Tuesday, October 19, 2010
#291/365 Victorian Farmhouse Dreaming
This is a house not too far outside the town I live in. I have known of it for almost 30 years. When it was first renovated, it was so lovely. Now, it is a bit less well-cared-for, but still lovely, don't you think?
I used to dream about living here. Sitting on the porch. Having big farm dogs. Walking the creaky floors. Decorating it for the holidays.
These days, I am a bit more pragmatic and less romantic. I realize the upkeep would be major. The lawn care duties overwhelming. And I have no more kids at home to tuck into beds, fix breakfast for, carve pumpkins with.
I find it interesting how my dreams have changed over time. And it's sort of sad. Is this merely an outcome of growing, up? Maturity? Losing my 'shiney"?
Regardless, it is still a lovely home. And I have other dreams which have survived.
And new ones to discover.