I inherited a huge house. Maybe it was more of a mansion, but whoever it was that presented it to me held an open house for anyone to see. There was so much stuff inside, but there was no clutter because it was so big; there was just room for all of it. There were chests and trunks and ottomans and wing-back chairs and sofas and area carpets. There were large vases, plants, statues, and columns. I mean, this place was amazing. It had sat for a few years and you could tell because it had a slightly musty smell, but it definitely wasn’t moldy or gross or anything. Nothing was ruined, either. I remember taking visitors around as a sort of guided tour, which in hindsight is amusing because it was the first time I had ever been there too. So anyway, we went around and I was just ecstatic. I found a trunk with a bunch of old photographs and I started going through them right there. I had no idea who the people in the pictures were; thankfully some of them had details on the back. Eventually I got so wrapped up in looking at stuff that I didn’t realize I lost my tour group. They carried on after a while and I guess showed themselves around. It ended somewhere around there. I remember having a bereft feeling after that, like I really had been left behind without a care. I wonder if that’s how the house felt.
What does it all mean?
Anyone here have any insight on this kind of stuff??