I’ve been looking at a lot of houses these past couple months.
On Thursday, while wandering through a pretty decent tri-level, I saw something unexpected in the dining room – a hole in the ceiling above the table. And I don’t mean some nasty, haphazard, accidental hole. This hole was large, perfectly rectangular, and even framed, complete with a couple bars of trim segmenting it like a window to the second story.
Why would there be a hole in the dining room ceiling? Why would there be a hole in the floor upstairs? What could be directly above this room that would possibly make that a desired feature? I stepped closer to get a better look at what was in the room above.
Now, I’m going to be honest with you. When I peered up through that hole, for one brief moment, sure as sure things, the following thought legitimately took residence my mind (a very tiny fraction of a second, mind you, but long enough to actively acknowledge myself actually, for realsies, having it):
Oh, what the f***, why is there an upside-down table hanging from the ceiling upstairs!?
But, you know, I was looking at a mirror.