My Guilty Pleasure

I watch real estate shows. House Hunters, Property Brothers, Love It or List It… I love ’em. When I’m at my parent’s house, I’ll change the channel to HGTV and subject my whole family to housing shows, and my mom will sit there are yell at the woman on Love It or List It for never renovating everything she promised to.

But further than that, I go on Craigslist to look at apartments in Seattle or Montana. I go to realtor.com to look at houses near Pittsburgh that fit all my wishes (out of the way, big lot, woods on the property, fireplace) and waste hours looking at houses and planning how I’d renovate them. No, I am not in the market for a house. I’m in college and will have a legitimate reason to look at apartments in about 6 months, but not before then.

This is just a hobby completely unrelated to writing. Does anyone else share a similar hobby? Something silly just to pass the time?