Dark Facades
Earlier this week I had a dream. I was hiking up a hillside path with a few friends when we saw a house that I said was my dream home, sort of a cabin-meets-tudor that was painted jet black and backed up to a forest with a big front lawn. No sooner did the event take place in my dream than my subconscious filed it away as 100% true. I’ve been in love with all black homes since seeing my first – a Victorian in San Francisco, I believe – but my location has never lent itself to making it a sensible reality. With the way black traps and collects heat it would have been a deathtrap in Oklahoma City, but here in Pennsylvania it makes a little more sense with the weather as well the style of house. In other words, I would happily paint the facade of my place obsidian if I could only get the nagging voice that keeps saying resell value! out of my head.
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