Identifying with a townhouse.

It’s not often that I identify with a townhouse, but then again, it’s not often that I see a townhouse flying totally solo without a single other house in frame. This house sits at the southwest corner of 27th Street and 10th Avenue and has caught my eye since I moved to the area a few years ago.

Who lives in this place? Should I think of is as the first of something or the last of something? How angry are the owners about the new building that I’m typing from right now? I’m pretty sure the answers to these questions get progressively easier to infer.

I think the reason this house continues to grab my attention is because it seems to be going its own way regardless of whatever its neighbors or surroundings or you or I or whatever or whoever or whomever thinks about the situation. Stand tall, brick house with the red door on 27th and 10th—you’ve always got to be willing to go it alone and no one is coming to save you. We’ll be rooting you on from one block up.