In Which I Channel Billy Pilgrim

I do not feel that I am really here.
A flash occurs, and I am lost in space
Or time. So vividly another year
Dwells in my brain I'm not sure in what place
I'd find myself if I could know for sure.
In Boston I once lived and worked and walked,
And in the next-door universe I stayed.
Last night, in dreams, in Bethlehem I talked
With Donna; all this morning I have strayed
Back to that town where I have never been,
Then home to houses that I never bought
But looked at while I chose the one I'm in.
It's not that I'm unhappy where I am
But somehow all this day has seemed a sham.

In Which I Ponder A Happy Chain Reaction

It got its start when Kevin bought a house.
He is a bit carefree, I will just say.
My sister heard the news, began to grouse,
And came to the conclusion that she may
As well do so; if he could so could she.
She shopped around, and chose, and moved right in.
The dial took a spin and stopped on me.
I took the step, though not without chagrin.
I'm glad I did, and anyone who cares
May hear this tale, as did a pal of mine.
She caught the bug and now she boldly fares
Into the market, husband at her side.
Did Kevin start a cycle, or a tide?

House Hunting is Fun But O the Dilemmas!!

Would-be homeowner, I cannot decide
Among a field of four potential homes.
I have, of course, a trusty Realtor guide,
But even with his help, attention roams.
An inexpensive house is cute and small --
Too small, I fear, but it would need no work
Before I could move in, my dog and all.
It's dull, though, lacking any charm or quirk.
Two others are more interesting by far,
A split-level with lots of room and land
And a roof that is not up to par --
And an old one's wiring is none too grand.
The final candidate wins on locale.
It's hard to make a choice, but choose I shall!