When you live in a train station,

built in 1875,

there’s always a lot to do,

but things don’t always jive.

What irritates me most,

aside from lack of storage,

are the beautiful original windows,

causing a heat shortage…

The wind whistles through,

like a train on the tracks,

and our money for heat…

slips away through the cracks.

Written for Bloganuary prompt 20: What irritates you about the home you live in?

*Special thanks to Sean