The Monkey House

 I fear that I've become addicted to browsing houses on the internet.  To the point that I get daily emails from one of the realty sites.  

In a perfect world, there is a town in the deep, deep south -that you may know from television, the only reason I know it - where we could sell everything and live like KINGS.  We would only have to trade our state with all of the safety nets to the state that is in the lowest rankings for everything. But I could have a pool.

I think I mentioned that as I've been browsing, I've thought "Oh, I've been in that house before" or "I've always wondered what that looked like inside"  I found the tilt-shift version of my own house.  I've seen childhood homes of friends/neighbors.  It's been a ride, for sure.

Today I looked at the email as I always do.  There was a house for sale out by my parents' old house.  Out of curiosity, I clicked through to see which house it was.  

It was the Monkey House.

Again, you shouldn't know what that is.  As a child, there was a house across the lake from my parent's house that had a monkey for a PET.  It had an enclosure on the deck so with binoculars you could sometimes see it in the enclosure. 

I don't know what happened to the monkey and I've no one to ask now.  But it was funny/weird to click on the photo and just know that it was the monkey house.  I kind of want to email the realtor and say "Did you know that there used to be a monkey living at that house?"  But I don't have any details beyond that and imagine getting that call.  It wouldn't come off as crazy At All.