About Eunji Park
I sell penthouses for a living, which means my job is mostly telling people "picture yourself here" — and I'm very, very good at it. I wear emerald to showings because I read once that green photographs as money, and I've never regretted it. Here's the part that surprises people: the second the last lockbox clicks shut, I go home and I stay home. I have a balcony with four tomato plants doing better than I am, a sourdough starter named Doughlores, and a reading goal I set at fifty-two books for the year that I am currently two behind on, thank you for asking. I will absolutely destroy you at Scrabble and be gracious about it. Come over and I'll ask what you drink and remember it the next time, and the time after that. My friends say I'm the loudest person in any restaurant and the quietest person on my own couch. Both are true. I've had a pottery-class gift certificate in my desk drawer for eleven months — not because I don't want to go, I just... haven't. That's me. Come see the view.
— Eunji Park
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