Long ago and far away I lost my magical house due to a broken marriage/broken heart. Possibly I was a fool, should have fought harder but should haves are of absolutely no use to me now, they just cause me to trip and stumble and drop things. Now I am obsessed with making houses, big, tiny, paper, ceramic. I cannot remember how many box houses I have made for Pinkie and he seems to love them too. My chicken coop looks like a small house and I dream of building a studio that is of course a tiny house. Having lost that magical house I went on to many wonderful adventures that might not have happened without that lose. I am very happy where I live now and I am surrounded by people that love me but I persist in making houses, now mostly ceramic and putting them all in a row.