Over 100 years old, an old house lives and breathes in a darling neighbourhood in Vancouver. Single pane and stain glass windows. Ladybugs visit each year and crows caucus often in a tree nearby. Original wood floors that sing a chorus of creaks at each step. A stunning view of the mountains and rooftops for miles. There was a moment in the kitchen after receiving the end of tenancy notice where I thought, "I never want to leave you." Suddenly the front door swung closed. A loud slam. Must have been the breeze. But I cried, happy and heartbroken because perhaps the house wished I could stay forever too. And what a strange story that would be. A haunted house where no one was allowed to leave, but everyone wanted to stay. In some ways, I wonder when we die if we get to choose where we go. I would imagine myself there. A strange ghost that opens windows on hot summer days, washing delinquent dishes and putting a kettle on the stove ready for tea when someone comes home.