For those of you who are wondering why I deleted my last entry “reunion doesn’t fix things” Its because it was just written in one of those moments that I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. I suppose it was an angry adoptee moment, for that moment, I was tired of being an adoptee. I was tired of the emotions that seem to follow me at all times. For one moment, I just wished I could go back to the ignorance of a time when I had convinced myself that being adopted didn’t bother me. The moment is gone, I decided to delete it. In its stead, I will tell you the mood I am in today. I am in a futuristic mood, one which leads me to think about the house that I someday hope to have. My dream house.
My dream house has
A front porch, porch swing included, that I can sit out on and watch thunderstorms with my babies. That I can spend lazy day’s sitting outside with my animals on.
A big, deep, human being sized bathtub. One that I can sink into up to my chin and forget my worries for a while. Preferably with candle holders around so I can light greenhouse scented candles and be even more at peace with the world.
A big back yard, with lots of space, and a little alcove of trees in the back where I can hang a hammock and be alone and at peace with nature.
A screened in back porch so that I can have picnics on rainy day’s, and so my cats can enjoy the wonderment of the outside world without all the dangers.
A small quirky, cubby like hidden room, preferably odd shaped, with lots of windows. One I can throw a bunch of pillows in and make a reading room away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the house.
A play room for my children, as that was my favorite place when I was a child. Somewhere I can send them to play, and will hopefully contain the toy mess to one room.
Lots of windows, to let in light from every angle so I can have all different kinds of flowers.
A small greenhouse so I can grow my exotic orchids.
Someday, I will have my dream house, it doesn’t have to be big, or new, or beautiful. Those aren’t part of my dreams. I find houses that aren’t perfect to have much more charm than ones who are. I wouldn’t even care if it were orange, I would probably paint one side purple just to be even more odd.
Someday, I will have my dream house.