We were in a little town near home yesterday and we passed this house and I was like--
An actual gingerbread hose with flowers on it?
Why am I not living here?
I should totally be living here.
And then a little scene passes through my mind while I am pulled over taking pictures of this sweet house while the kids are in
the back saying;
"Look, mommy! It even has flowers on the side!"
It's Me :: dressed in work-out clothes, going for a run, out back gardening, fixing dinner(happily!) in the kitchen of this sweet
little house in this small town...
helping the kids with their homework(not even stressed!), and walking to the grocery store(and always remembering my own bags!)...
family bike rides where EVERYONE is happy!
Thinner, happier, knowing I am exactly where I was supposed to live...doing exactly what I know I am meant to be doing!
All because of a house.
That I haven't been inside.
And in a town where I don't really want to live.
But, but, but.... I would be so H A P P Y.
I mean, right?
Do you do this?
I mean.... Please tell me I am not alone.
Just questioning, imagining.... wondering if you really are right where you should be?
Maybe it's my age(40 brings lots of this shit, folks...just warning you).
Maybe it's just me... maybe it's a mom-female-woman thing, maybe I'm totally normal... maybe I'm not.
I really, really do love that house though.