作者：Rose McMills 來源：Read's Digest 2020-05-04 07:00
I’ve lived in my condo for 15 years now—long enough that I don’t even see it anymore. I started dreaming about moving into a house, where I was bound to be happier.
I on little yellow houses somewhere in the suburbs of Chicago and watched for them from the train on my commute. “Oh, look—there’s one!” I’d say as it slid by.
Then one day, sitting in the sun on my patio, I looked up and realized the outside of my condo was done in yellow siding. I already had a yellow house. And I was home!