The House

Four and a half years ago, I found this house online. I gasped, I loved it, I fantasized about it (but instead bought something at least a little bit in my price range). About a week ago, I accidentally found it again--it's still on the market. Granted, it's still on the market for a reason, but still. I smell destiny.

Within 24 hours of that chance mouse click, I'd spoken with our realtor, and she assured me it would be on the market for a while. Then, my mom ran into an old friend and while catching up randomly found out that dream house is her brother's property (it used to be their father's land/home). The smell of destiny, it's getting stronger.

Andy and I drove out to see it last Friday evening. The road to get there is unmarked, and as we drove back into the wild, a pair of turkeys trotted ahead of us, as if to say, "Come, we will take you to your homestead."

Anyway, we love it. Andy's much more practical than I am, but I think my unwavering "Anything is possible! Anything!" attitude might be rubbing off. If the acreage can be split, if the seller will let us rent-to-buy (as we fix it up) for a while or do seller-financing, if we strike it rich in the next year--there are many "ifs" on the table. Many. But at the end of the day, if we didn't have these dreams where would we be? Without what were, at the time, lofty and ridiculous goals/dreams, I know I wouldn't be married to my favorite person in the world, I wouldn't have the amazing job I do, we wouldn't have our current house, the list goes on.

Everything good has come from a dream and a risk.