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#기록클럽 #아무튼오늘의집 #기록클럽프렌즈미션 (*This is a series of articles by the 17th team of the Record Club. As the subtitle says, 'Anyway, we live in today's house', it contains each person's story of eating, drinking, enjoying, and thinking at home today. You can see them all at once by searching the #아무튼오늘의집 tag.) [ My Pumpkin House Rhapsody ] I sometimes make absurd decisions impulsively. Most of them are about deciding where to live. I've been busy moving from house to house for over 10 years since college, so all I wanted was for there to be no cockroaches. It's something I can't even imagine now, but until then, my house was just a place to sleep. With that mindset, I impulsively bought my first apartment. It was an old apartment that was over 20 years old in an old downtown area where the whole neighborhood was old. That house was out of my budget. I had been renting monthly, but I started looking around the neighborhood and ended up buying a house in a hurry. If I had to make an excuse, it was June, the hottest month of the year, and I was on the news every day because of the summer heat. I was already struggling to cope with the heat, and I was melting under the scorching sun in an unfamiliar neighborhood. The real estate agent was so good at talking that I was helplessly swept away by a rip current. That’s how this house became a sanctuary for me and my cats. The shockingly absurd reality of this impulse purchase was that the living room faced the parking lot, so it was a house I would look at at night, and when it rained, rain would leak in through the cracked exterior walls. The sash was warped, so in the winter, a cold wind would blow into the living room, and the old bamboo floor, which was cracked here and there, was sticky with moisture in the summer and too cold to walk on with bare feet in the winter. The strong rust coming from the old drain pipe rendered the filter powerless. In a world where you could get hit by a car while walking down the street at any time, it wouldn’t be strange if I died, so I had a loan debt the size of a concrete-built apartment because I thought, “What kind of future should I plan for?” Because I hated coming home every day, there were days when I didn’t turn on the lights at home even after work. Around that time, “Today’s House” poked its head into my life. It tempted me with its alluring copy that you too could live in a pretty house. I bought interior decoration items from Today’s House, and when I started Housestagram, I started drawing lines on pumpkins in earnest. I bought and sold until my empty heart disappeared. The more I bought, the more I realized that my pumpkin could never become a watermelon. The comparisons were endless, and my hatred for my pumpkin house grew uncontrollably. Everything was burdensome. Will I be happy in this house? My worries disappeared with a very trivial word. My ex-roommate (my college roommate's older sister, saved as 'OO's roommate' on my dad's phone) said, "It's nice to see you getting attached to the house." I came to my senses. My desperate efforts to cover up the ugly corners of the house could seem like affection to someone. If that's true, then maybe I was just blinded by the burden and wanted to comfort her with affection? Suddenly, I looked back and saw that the house had become quite neat. My pumpkin house receives deep sunlight all the way to the kitchen in spring and fall. In particular, the pink sunset is beautiful in spring, and in fall, you can dance without a shadow under the orange sun. In the morning, a ginkgo tree blooms in the small room facing east. Berry, the cat who used to get sick for no reason in the house I lived in before, got completely better after moving to the pumpkin house, and Somi runs around from room to room and then falls asleep anywhere with her belly exposed. I, who didn't care about what I liked or disliked, became a little more familiar with myself, and the places in the house that my hands touched like rags became a little more my taste. When it rains, the pumpkin house still leaks water through the cracks in the walls. Green algae has become a daily occurrence, and the parking lot view is still the same. I still hate every part of the house. I want it to be comfortable all year round with a sturdy double-glazed window, and I want to get rid of the old veranda and make a spacious living room. I want to kick off the living room floor and put down white tiles, and instead of a parking lot, I want the outside of the window to be filled with flowers in the spring, green in the summer, and colorful flower trees in the fall. Let's tell that to me later. The pumpkin house is pretty as it is.