Eugene and the 31st Door

I don’t know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, but we do know how many potential homes we had to see to find Eugene “the one”.

We walked through red doors and brown doors.

Debated carpets and hardwood floors.

Some spaces were just too small

Some spaces weren’t cool at all.

We laughed, we cried.

We shared an awkward elevator ride.

We never gave up, never slowed down

Til we found the perfect place, right in town:



The unlucky 30 doors: