Gemotions

He paced his apartment, the linoleum floor suddenly feeling less drab and more… a potential for something. His shoulders were up, and his hands were constantly moving. "Condos," he muttered to himself, a smile spreading across his face. It was an opportunity, a chance to finally invest. He had always wanted to.

He started a spreadsheet, meticulously calculating the potential cost of ownership, the projected market value, the financing options. He was already researching the new flooring styles, the best energy-efficient windows.

Later, he'd be on the phone with his real estate agent. He felt a power coursing through him he hadn't experienced in years. It was as if a dormant part of him had been awakened.