I love houses. Not necessarily for the architecture, but because the inside of a home is an extention of its owner.
If I were any good at lying and math, I would have gone into real estate. I could probably work on the lying, but the math would require a large scale miracle.
I'm a snoopy old tom when I'm out for a walk, casting glances into people's windows and wondering if they are happy, if they take pleasure in their surroundings, if they dream of a large house on a hill.
Being ushered into someone's home is one step closer to their heart, in my books.