Continually Chasing Dreams
Every once in a while, I will find myself dreaming of a small 1920’s-ish cottage or Tudor in an older section of our hometown.
A house with arched doorways and where my antiques would look as if they belonged and a kitchen with a built in pantry. I also decorate the kitchen in period décor, complete with modern reproduction appliances.
There are rose bushes and an arbor in the backyard with a detached garage and plenty of bushes for privacy. It’s the burbs, but we’re also close enough to a little shopping district to walk to the local coffee shop and bookstore.
Am I crazy? We’re supposed to be living our dream.
I’m not the only one with a continual yearning.
Last weekend, I was at a new friend’s house, a very beautiful home. She was telling me everything they had done to make it their own, which included major renovations and additions.
She said it was perfect for her entertaining lifestyle, except it wasn’t, it’s on the market and they are moving to a home with more land. She then began telling me all of the renovations and addition she will make to that one.
A colleague of mine also posted a photo this week of her new home – well, it’s a mansion, really – a very lovely example of 19th century architecture, the type of home I dreamed of having when I was younger (and then realized there would be no one there to clean it but me).
None of us have the same dreams and I don’t begrudge anyone theirs; I’m very happy for both of these people that they have dreams, chased them and have achieve them.
Of course, we aren’t acting on my fantasy. We don’t have the money or the inclination to ever move again, no matter how badly those retro appliances pull at me in the stores or how much I think I would love to live in a neighborhood where I could pack up my laptop and head to the coffee shop if I felt I needed human interaction.
I just wonder, as humans, do we ever quit dreaming and if so, what happens then?