Back on the trail then. Emmie (who is brilliant at this) came with me to look at two properties today.
I've discovered something. I know things early. I mean, I know things within seconds - no processing, no calculation, no working it out. I get a sense sometimes of something, and it's quite often correct.
Gosh, that sounds ever so arrogant doesn't it? I don't mean it to, and to be fair it's not always the case. I've been let down by misjudging situations, atmospheres and people many times, which is why I'm not always as confident as I probably could be about my discernment.
However, every now and again, I can pick up things very quickly, like a Geiger Counter. I don't always let on, but it does happen. It's very useful when poking around places I might one day live in. It's quite good when I meet people for the first time too, though I never say anything, and amuse myself watching it unfold.
My problem is explaining it - and sometimes people need a bit more of an explanation than 'um, it just doesn't feel right' or 'Hmmm can't put my finger on it'. Also, that sort of unfathomable esoteric detection makes it feel a bit hokey and a bit mystical - and I'm not really into that. I don't think I am, but I could of course, be imagining it.
Nonetheless, Emmie and I visited two places today and I knew knew knew, what both would be like before the front door clicked shut behind us. The first one felt weirdly like home. The second one was nice, but cold and lifeless - which is weird on a summer's day.
Click.
Another thing about home hunting is that it is actually a lot of fun. You get to use your imagination in a way where it's actually helpful to let it run away: there were roomfuls of pianos, arranged in different configurations along the walls; the garden was alive with the sound of friends chinking glasses and the smell of a barbecue; the walls were changing colour in my head too, and the leaves were turning outside the window, falling away and blowing across the front garden, then re-budding and blossoming in the blue sky of an Easter day.
It was a necessary distraction today as well, after a bit of a tricky day yesterday. Sometimes you have to try fast-forwarding, letting your imagination fly you to happier times in the future, when ancient promises are fulfilled and laughter falls softly on the breeze.
Sometimes that's all you need to find a little hope.
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