Robots water the lawn

One day, someone will explain to me why I get almost physically ill when I am looking at apartments in brand-new complexes on the outskirts of town. You know, complexes of identical beige buildings with beige carpet and a fountain by the entrance that lights up at night. The woman who shows me around says, isn't this place so cute? I can't even explain why I hate it so much, except that such places promote isolation from the community, and lots of driving. And I suppose the fountain wastes water, which is not as big a deal...in Wisconsin...yet. And I'm so creeped out by new things that when new shoes are too white I cover them with paint.

But lucky me, I found the one landlord in all of Baraboo who had a 1-bedroom for rent in an old house in the center of town. I'll probably geek out and take photos once I've dusted off my bookshelves and filled them with all the possessions I've been stowing in my mom's basement since last August.