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The Dream Continues

From the start, when I became single again, I knew I would be selling the house and moving back from which I came.  It was clear and elementary.  I would leave one dream home for another.  This one was conceived and evolved from the rubble of its predecessor.  It took both of us to make it what it is – our own.  The next would be a solo effort and not a new build.

The two of us had often mused about buying a fixer-upper in my old neighborhood. How fun it would be using found objects, salvaged discards and turning a “could-be-tear-down” into a jewel.  That started me on a fantasy search for the dream canvas: good bones, good location.   I never likes split levels…well, since the 60’s, I never liked split levels.  But there was one that caught my eye.  It had unique qualities.  We both, in fact, loved the lines of that house.  From the start, when I became single again, I knew that would be the one.  Right now I’ve let go of that idea.

Funny, how dreams in general evolve.  Wants, needs – life – come to play in the light of reality.  I found myself binging on HDTV.  I was reminded that anything is possible.  I’ve always been able to see potential in a chicken coop.  I love the idea of DIY with my own ideas and style.  I have hope and faith that the perfect house will become available when I am ready for it.  Just as I met my dream man once we were ready for each other.  April has always been a good month for me….

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Transformation

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The doors in both pictures are in the exact location relative to the planet.  But walking through each from the outside were two totally distinct experiences. Whatever took place in the time spent between the former and the latter made all the difference.

I remember the first time I learned of the possibility to change.  What a wonderful day that was!

Here today

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So after living at Pickle Bay for thirteen years, I am now finding myself taking walks all the time.  This is a new activity for me. In the past – in my old home town – it was always important that I live near a bus stop. I needed the comfort of knowing that I could get downtown without a car.  I guess it goes back to being still too young for a driver’s license.  Now I live less than three miles from the city center. Within ten minutes, I can walk and get the best morning glory muffin ever made by a team of father and sons.  Their black currant granola is like crack to me.

Life is full of changes.  Things happen – sometimes quickly, without much warning.  One event can set off a collision not unlike the wave of carefully set up dominoes yielding to the touch of a finger.  We are forced to let go of the status quo.  But within that pile of dotted tiles, there lies something magical: Opportunity.  A new way of seeing: Innovation. Creativity! These phenomena are in all of us and yet often take an earthquake of sorts to release their existence.

One day soon I will be returning to the place of my youth.  It will be a new opportunity – one which will include learning to make my own granola.  I will ask my friends down the road for their recipe.