Emotions are riding high this morning I guess and maybe I’m missing home a bit right now, but I’ll say that my ideal home is the one that I have. *cringe right?
I don’t know if it’s just me or if many people experience this, but when I was in my early 20’s I don’t think I was making purposeful choices. I feel like I was just going with the flow. Agreeing to things because there was no reason not to, rather than because I actually agreed.
When I think about the first house my ex-husband and I bought, compared to the house my current partner and I bought, they are worlds apart. Not the houses themselves, they are physically pretty similar actually. They’re even located in the same neighbourhood.
But the thing is, a house has the potential to be anything, it’s a blank canvas. An empty four walled structure and once it’s in your possession, it can become anything you want. It can also become everything you don’t want.
I’m happy to say that my current home is everything I want. Metaphorically and literally. I love what it stands for, and what it provides to me and my family.
I like it’s location as it’s right across the street from the school Sid will attend starting next year. I like that I have free rein to decorate it in my maximalist manner, with my thrift store treasures all over the place.
I like that when I come home from the thrift store with yet another old vase or some picture frames, a teasing roll of the eyes is all I’m up against.
It’s far from perfect, even further from glamourous but it’s what I chose.
Hypothetically speaking, if I ever had to move, my next pick would be a place at the lake, right on the water. I’d take my coffee out onto the deck overlooking the water each morning and every evening. I’d catch fish from the dock that I could cook for supper.
Probably my third pick would be to move back to farm country and have a house on at least 50 acres. A huge garden and maybe a couple of cows. Lots of room to roam and be free. I’d hang my clothes on the clothesline and carry the clothespins in my apron. We’d take a Sunday drive on some backroads we’ve never been on before and stop in town for supper.
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