I work as an estate agent in a very small town in southern England. I’ve probably sold every house here at least once.
I know most people quite well, they are nice, on the surface; **I** like them. Unfortunately, the feeling is not reciprocated. They think I’m a little weird, I don’t know why.
I know there are cliques that have formed, even the newest residents seem to integrate better than I have been able to. But that’s okay, I can still be involved in their lives.
I have all the keys…