Gemotions

He paced his living room, a smile plastered on his face. The letter, announcing the impending condo conversion, lay open on the coffee table. He stopped, did a little spin, and clapped his hands together. The sheer lightness of the moment buoyed him.

His gaze swept over the cluttered room, mentally re-imagining the space. He imagined finally painting those walls, tearing out the ugly carpet, and adding a balcony. He laughed, a short, sharp burst of joy.

“Well, this is magnificent,” he murmured, grabbing his phone and already scrolling through real estate listings. He'd get a new place, something with character, something *his*.