Ever have those days, when you're just longing for something? Maybe it's a feeling that you can't exactly place. A wonder, a thought, a pondering, a hankering. I've got it. Makes me want all kinds of things all at once. Makes me long for it. I dream about it, a lot.
Having my own house again after 20 years. The house I owned 20 years ago was only mine for a short time. About 17 months to be exact. We had little money to fix up that house. It was already so cute, antique and dated. We were gifted 1,000 dollars by our family and used it to put in a kitchen. That house was so me. Victorian, hardwood floors, claw foot bathtub, sleeping porch.
The new house is so me. I can see everything of mine in there. I see how I want to decorate it. I see my furniture placed lovingly over the gorgeous hardwood floors. I imagine a raised garden, a garden shed, chicken house, finished shop. . . and I sigh.
I long for it.
I have to wait.
I am not counting down the months, days or the hours. I am not. Even though its roughly 9 months away.
Oh, big beauty of mine, how I am longing for you. I have dreams and plans for you. I have to be patient.
But, oh, how I long for you . . .
