Greg it's perfect.

Claire, we can't afford this place. I mean, this is a whole different tax bracket.

I mean, we still save the condiment packets from our

takeout. What are we doing here? As everyone can see the house is newly renovated and absolutely gorgeous. Four bedrooms, three baths, and

an open floor plan that's just perfect for entertaining. Imagine the dinner parties.

Please take a look around and all pop by to answer any questions.

After weeks of pleading, I've dragged my fiance to an open house in one of Chicago's best neighborhoods.

I want to make a great impression, so I'm wearing my favorite made well high-rise skinny jeans

and a white theory blazer I found on the clearance rack at Saxe-off fifth.

I even woke up an hour early, on Sunday I might add to blow dry and straighten my

frizzy waves I'm hoping the look reads responsible upwardly mobile future

homeowner. This place is too far from Upwardly Mobile Future Homeowner.

This place is too far from sluggers anyway.

I love living upstairs from my favorite bar.

Greg, on the other hand, rolled out of bed 10 minutes

before we left our apartment and threw on a cub's hat with the same pair of grubby basketball shorts he wore yesterday.

I don't understand why he's not more excited. Can't he picture our future here? This is my dream house. We're

finally getting married, which means it's time to think about the next step.

So I'm manifesting what I want. which means it's time to think about the next step.

So I'm manifesting what I want our life to look like.

Ugh, you know we can't afford this place.

And this house feels like a McMansion,

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