I thought I booked a house. Instead, we got two rooms, shared space, and the middleman telling me to “sort it out tomorrow”. Free parking means the street. Pet-friendly means arguments. “Entire house” means the owner downstairs, watching TV.

Everyone else seems fine with it. Maybe I’m the only one upset because I expected something different.

Maybe what’s here is already good enough.
But I suddenly miss the farm, and the rest of the dogs.