So, my "home" situation has been in flux for awhile, but I am finally settling into a routine and am finally feeling like I have a "home" again. Home is important. It's a place where you can truly be yourself, and it's important to decorate and furnish your home in a way that makes you feel relaxed and recharged while you are there.
My home, although I love it completely, is not in the geographical location that I would prefer. It's in a dry, hot desert. Ugh. The changes I'm making to it are changes that will make it more reflective of me, but because of its location, it's never going to be precisely what my heart desires. That's where my "dream house" comes in.
Last night I dreamt of my dream house. It's a house I've dreamt of many times, and I can see it perfectly in my mind's eye. In this dream of it, I'm driving along a two lane highway next to a river, and I look up, and there it is, off the side of the road, with a "For Sale" sign in front. Holy Cow! I pull over and go right up to the double wooden doors and knock on the gothic brass knocker. An older lady with white hair answers and welcomes me in to look around. I pretend like I haven't been there before (hey, it's a dream). She shows me around all the rooms that are already so familiar to me. We go out the back door to look at the pool and gardens. Then, we go upstairs to look at the master suite. This is my favorite part. The circular bed is in an alcove separate from the main area of the suite, and is surrounded by floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the most beautiful expanse of mountains and valleys imaginable. I start crying. The lady is concerned and asks what is wrong. I say it's just that it's so beautiful and I can't believe that the house is finally for sale and I have the opportunity to buy it. She is touched that "her old house" seems so special to me. I ask her how much the house is. She tells me and I offer her $80k OVER that price for it, in hopes of insuring that I be the one she picks to sell it to. I'm sure there will be other offers.
The dream ends as I attend the open house, along with many well-off snooty looking people that are interested in the house. And, I wonder if the owner is going to pick me and my offer as the one that wins. But, I wake up before she states her decision.
Does this house exist? Here is an approximation...