I’m going to Baton Rouge soon. Apparently this house is there and I want it.

Isn’t it fantastic? But I look at it, and while I see amazing trees and rolling green lawns, I also see Colonel Sanders beating slaves while drinking lemonade. That’s not ok. But it’s such a nice house! Arrrgh.

I’m also having hardcore New England nostalgia! Why? I have never really lived there. I spent a lot of time in the Boston and Rhode Island areas visiting family when I grew up, but that’s not where I’m from. What gives?

Do I want to be a luxurious Southern lady or an Old-Money New England blue-blood?