The worst part about what they call “Townships” is that they look like ghost towns, specially when they are under construction. Skeleton houses. Clones. The large, looming, unfriendly presence creeps me out.
Cookie cutter concrete-gingerbread houses. It looks like someone bombed the place! At least my picture does.
And they have model homes that they give you a tour of and the cutlery and paintings and well-furnished rooms always make me wonder if invisible people actually live there.
My parents just bought a villa, and they dragged me along to see how far things had progressed. Now, I don’t understand why people need so many houses but I tagged along, because I wanted to see what the fuss was all about.
The model home was so effing freaky! It had this birdcage thingamajig.
And paintings on the walls. Of people. Oh dear Lord.
Thank Goodness there were no mannequins propped up on the living room chairs. I’d have run away screaming. Yes, I am a giant baby. Everything terrifies me. Go on, laugh.