Dreamhouse!
Dream House
The truth is I already have my dream house, dog and boyfriend included. Imagine a picturesque duplex with a two car garage, a wide open great room to entertain and enjoy and a papasan chair to curl up and read in. Well it’s currently sitting at 8675 Crimson sky, the only problem is I’m not living in it.
I met my boyfriend three years ago at a tree lighting ceremony in Quincy, Caif. The night was filled with dancing, laughing and falling in love. Three years later we’re screaming at each other over whose turn it is to buy toilet paper. It’s a double shot of insanity mixed with the occasional goodnight kiss. As I lay in my bed in a cold apartment I wonder, how did we get this way? A flash back reminds me of an important conversation we had.
“I love you more than anything in the world, all I want is for us to be happy,” Andy Rupley, boyfriend extraordinaire said.
“That’s what I want too, I want to get married and have a family. I want to settle down,” I said.
From that day we made a vow to buy a house together, a dream house that we can remodel, paint and run around in! I wanted a big backyard so I could plant a beautiful garden. Every morning I’d look out at the morning dew glistening off the African daisies, English lavender and red roses. I’d eat my toast and jam with a full cup of sunshine.
We closed Escrow two months later and celebrated at the classiest place in town, Denny’s. As I ate my hash browns and greasy sausage I wondered if I was truly happy. If you’re unfamiliar with the definition of happiness, don’t worry so am I.
We got to work right away spending nights and weekends painting our dreams on the walls. As I stood there slapping Cracker Bit, Magnolia Spray and Fisherman’s Net over the walls, I got to thinking about our future. We were going to get married in a meadow, with the sun shining down on us as I hold up my white lily bouquet and say “I do” to the man I love. We were going to eat spicy jambalaya for dinner and enjoy a three tiered white cake for dessert. All my desires were coming true and even that couldn’t put a smile on my face.
After installing hardwood laminate floors, vinyl tiles, and painting every wall, side panel and impossibly hard place to reach, we decided to break if off. Simply put, we weren’t happy. Life should be enjoyed, not dreaded. Love should be passionate, not dull. My dream house should be filled, but now it’s vacant.
My dream house does exist, quite literally. It still holds the values and dreams I wish to accomplish in my life. It has a boyfriend and cute puppy who wonders where I am. My garden is yearning to be planted and my fridge is begging for some decent food.
Maybe someday I will return, and continue the life I started. Until then I walk alone, finding happiness according to me.
The truth is I already have my dream house, dog and boyfriend included. Imagine a picturesque duplex with a two car garage, a wide open great room to entertain and enjoy and a papasan chair to curl up and read in. Well it’s currently sitting at 8675 Crimson sky, the only problem is I’m not living in it.
I met my boyfriend three years ago at a tree lighting ceremony in Quincy, Caif. The night was filled with dancing, laughing and falling in love. Three years later we’re screaming at each other over whose turn it is to buy toilet paper. It’s a double shot of insanity mixed with the occasional goodnight kiss. As I lay in my bed in a cold apartment I wonder, how did we get this way? A flash back reminds me of an important conversation we had.
“I love you more than anything in the world, all I want is for us to be happy,” Andy Rupley, boyfriend extraordinaire said.
“That’s what I want too, I want to get married and have a family. I want to settle down,” I said.
From that day we made a vow to buy a house together, a dream house that we can remodel, paint and run around in! I wanted a big backyard so I could plant a beautiful garden. Every morning I’d look out at the morning dew glistening off the African daisies, English lavender and red roses. I’d eat my toast and jam with a full cup of sunshine.
We closed Escrow two months later and celebrated at the classiest place in town, Denny’s. As I ate my hash browns and greasy sausage I wondered if I was truly happy. If you’re unfamiliar with the definition of happiness, don’t worry so am I.
We got to work right away spending nights and weekends painting our dreams on the walls. As I stood there slapping Cracker Bit, Magnolia Spray and Fisherman’s Net over the walls, I got to thinking about our future. We were going to get married in a meadow, with the sun shining down on us as I hold up my white lily bouquet and say “I do” to the man I love. We were going to eat spicy jambalaya for dinner and enjoy a three tiered white cake for dessert. All my desires were coming true and even that couldn’t put a smile on my face.
After installing hardwood laminate floors, vinyl tiles, and painting every wall, side panel and impossibly hard place to reach, we decided to break if off. Simply put, we weren’t happy. Life should be enjoyed, not dreaded. Love should be passionate, not dull. My dream house should be filled, but now it’s vacant.
My dream house does exist, quite literally. It still holds the values and dreams I wish to accomplish in my life. It has a boyfriend and cute puppy who wonders where I am. My garden is yearning to be planted and my fridge is begging for some decent food.
Maybe someday I will return, and continue the life I started. Until then I walk alone, finding happiness according to me.