DEAR ZILLOW: I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME TODAY TROLLING THROUGH YOUR LISTINGS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW MUCH MY 1,074-SQUARE-FOOT HOUSE IS WORTH NOW. IS MY 3 BDRM BETTER OR WORSE THAN MY NEIGHBOR'S 3 BDRM 3 BLOCKS AWAY? WHY DIDN'T I ADD A BATHROOM WHEN I HAD THE EXTRA MONEY? IS MY SCRUBBY YARD A DEAL-BREAKER? I HAVE EQUITY ANXIETY, BUT WHAT YOU DON’T SHOW, ZILLOW, ARE THE NUMBER OF PORCH PARTIES HELD IN THIS TINY HOUSE. THE BLESSINGS THAT BLOW THROUGH MY PRAYER FLAGS. THE ROSEBUSH A FRIEND GAVE ME AFTER MY MOTHER DIED AND THE NOTE I WROTE TO HER AND PLANTED UNDER ITS ROOTS. THE FIRST DINNER I COOKED HERE FOR A NEW LOVER (OKAY, IT DIDN'T WORK OUT, BUT IT WAS STILL A LANDMARK). THE LITTLE BAMBOO FOREST THAT SHELTERS BIRDS LIKE A CHINESE POEM. COMING HOME ON A WINTER NIGHT AND PULLING THE HOUSE AROUND ME LIKE A SECURITY BLANKET. PRICELESS. XOXO NIKKI
