With all of this excitement about getting our house ready to put on the market, there has also been the anticipation of finding a new space to call our home.
Now there are some particulars that we are trying to work out, some stars that need to align and some plans that need to be made. Therefore, I don't know that we will be packing up our photographs, camping equipment and yarn any time soon. I am hopeful that we can be patient and wait until everything is in place.
That being said, I must admit that we have done a bit of house hunting, cruising by those that fit our criteria in some way. And to make matters even more complicated, we attended an impromptu open house last weekend. We explored a three-bedroom, two-bath house that we now jokingly call "our next home". It's not in our price range. It needs some updating. And we aren't ready yet, but as we moved across the hardwood floors, trekked up the one flight of stairs, opened closet doors and admired the built-in cabinets, we knew in our heart of hearts that we want that house.
And now we are ruined on all other possibilities. It was too early, it was too expensive, it needed some work. But yet we dream of it each night, we lay awake and plan where we'd put our furniture, consider colors for the "creative space" and talk about the changes we'd make to make it our own.
But again, it is too early. . . so we shall wait, we shall plan and we shall be patient. And maybe, just maybe it will be waiting for us as well.
Above are two small suitcases and a basket that house my knitting needles, handknits and other sorted items.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Finding your place
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Some of the best dreams I have are of houses...houses that contain items forgotten or unwanted by their previous owners...treasures stored in hiding places, left in drawers, placed for future generations in attics. In my dream last night we were in an old home hearing someone verbally lament living there, but I was looking at the ten foot ceilings, and sculpted woodwork. I love those dreams. I can understand how easy it would be to fall in love with a house.
- Cate
I love dreaming of houses, too. I'll pour over floor plans and 'walk' through the house and visualize how I'd furnish it and where the kids (!) would play and which bedroom "girl" would be in and "boy" would be in. I dream about the gourmet meals I'd make in the kitchen and the BBQ's we'd have in the yard. I'll dream of the master bedroom, my sanctuary.
Yup. Dreams are perfectly fine. And it's gotta be enjoyable doing the dreaming with your beloved.
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