so there's this house in the little town i grew up in and where my parents still live. it is extremely run down paint chipped, balcony detached and faling off, pieces of it's once beautiful gingerbread trim missing. i mean if the wind blows to hard it may fall over...... but it is the home of my dreams! sometimes i go out of my way just to drive by it. on occasion i'll park my car outside of it and dream of justin and i buying the house and fixing it up together. then when the time is right raise a family in it.
well today justin and i went out to mom and dad's house for the anual new years's lunch my mom fixes. as we were leaving i asked justin to drive by the old house "just for fun". as we turned the corner and there the house was in all it's glory. someone had done exactly what i have wanted to all these years. it is beautiful now. a soft yellow with white trim. it's top balcony re attached. it is just as i had imagined. i would be lying if i didn't tell you that i pouted a-little afterwards. and i may or may not have begged justin to go knock on the door and ask how much they would sell it for. and then whined when he didn't.
i was supposed to rock my future babes on that front porch! it was supposed to be justin and i that put all that love into that home. oh well i knew my dreams were far fetched. and the timing is by no means right for us to be buying a house. something about both of us still being in college. and priorities? what are those? oh well girl can dream.. and dream i will.
