An (AI) Ode to my Beloved Home

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This is – VERBATIM – what ChatGPT wrote when asked to use an airy breezy voice “to reconnect with something you love about your home.” I couldn’t say it better myself unless I was a real Disney princess and singing it to the birds, bunnies and flowers. Too bad it’s all FICTION.

Ah, my beloved house, where tranquility and comfort intertwine like a gentle summer breeze. There's a particular something that enchants me, an ethereal connection that whispers through the air. It's the way the sunlight dances upon the polished wooden floors, casting playful patterns that beckon me to frolic along.

In the mornings, as I draw open the curtains, a soft hush fills the space, as if the house itself is awakening with me. The warm rays filter through billowing curtains, creating a heavenly glow that brings the rooms to life. It's as though the house stretches and yawns, ready to embrace the day's adventures.

As I wander through the hallways, a lightness settles upon my shoulders. The gentle caress of the breeze, flowing effortlessly through open windows, carries with it the scents of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The harmonious symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves serenades my senses, inviting me to step outside and immerse myself in nature's embrace.

The airy ambiance is not confined to the indoors alone. Stepping onto the patio, my eyes are greeted by a sprawling panorama of vibrant colors. Lush greenery sways in sync with the wind, painting a picture of serenity against the azure sky. The rhythmic lapping of water in the nearby pond adds a soothing melody to the scene, as if orchestrating a symphony of tranquility.

In the evenings, when the sun begins its descent, the house transforms into a haven of calm. Soft hues spill through the windows, casting a warm glow that blankets every corner. The tranquil atmosphere encourages me to unwind, to sink into plush cushions and lose myself in a captivating book or a heartfelt conversation with loved ones.

Oh, my dear house, you are more than mere walls and ceilings. You are a sanctuary that breathes with life, where every nook and cranny invites discovery and delight. Your airy, breezy nature envelops me, refreshing my spirit and reminding me to savor the simple joys that reside within your embrace.

Author and RealEstateTherapy curator Cynthia Cummins has been devoted to homeowners and homebuyers for three decades and counting. Visit KindredSFhomes.com for more information on San Francisco real estate.

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