What Kind of House Is This?
There is a chapter in “The Handmaids Tale” that talks of the exploration of a room. Paying careful attention to the most minute details. Opening each drawer, looking at the small irregularities in the paint, inspecting the base boards. It made me think of self exploration and the details we might not pay close attention to.
Just like a room, we each have many drawers to open and closets to explore. We all have little irregularities and scratches in our paint. We were painted at different times and though ultimately we come from the same Architect, we were molded by different builders. Some good, some not so good. 
My earliest memories are of dreams about houses. Some were scary and others simply intriguing. I have visited the back stairwells of Churches, explored hallways that led to nowhere. Found 3rd floors of many homes that I did not previously know existed. 
As a child, I had recurring dreams. Two different dreams, but each was exactly the same every time. Though I was probably 8 when those dreams started and stopped, I could recite them for you to this day. As an adult (not really sure I can call myself that yet) I visit the same houses and specific rooms on a fairly regular basis. Sometimes I have been in the rooms; Mom and Dad’s house, my house. Other times I’ve dreamed the house up. Built it in my sleep. And I go back often. Still, the same sense of wonder arrives when I find the 3rd floor where all the treasures are. The rooms are all so amazing.  
There are troubles in some of the rooms; Danger and dread. Others are full of intrigue and love. You never know when one may have new meaning and promise. Until we enter the room and explore it, there is no way to tell what is there. Sure, some drawers may be better left unopened, but how do we know until we peek?
In life, the markets change and the contents of the drawers are altered with them. Some showers burst with good water pressure, but once in awhile a pipe floods your washroom. There isn’t much we can do but clean up and open the next door.  
It takes a long time to build a good House. Maintenance is needed in most rooms often. Occupants change from time to time. We remember Those that we loved and those with which we struggled. In the end, without looking in the next room, We will never find out where we are, or What could be. 
Open the door. 
Will 
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