And I'm not talking about dreams about pumpkins that chase you down the street, or dreams that your hair keeps growing and growing until you drown in it; I'm talking about Dreams. Like being a writer*. Or starting your own business**. Or, say, owning a home.
You guessed it. There has been more trouble in the house hunting arena. While we've been happily signing papers and getting bank drafts, there was something sinister brewing, just out of view. A monkey wrench has been thrown into the works, and effed things up so much as to completely derail the train.
|Hang in there, buddy.|
On the positive side, it means that we'll be staying in the neighbourhood we love, with the school we love, and the Grandma upstairs that we love.
On the negative side, it means that we'll still be living underground, in a space we've outgrown, feeling a little claustrophobic and trapped.
If I let myself, I could get really really upset about this. So, I'm choosing to look on the bright side. This is going to force us to seek out new opportunities; which has got to be good, right? We're going to get rid of a whole lot of the crap that trips us up everyday to try and create more space. This is going to make me get my driver's license so that I can see my nephew as much as I'd like.
So, we're taking a step back and focusing on the other dreams for now. But this one will be simmering on the back burner, just waiting for it's turn.
And lucky you, it means you won't have to hear about it again for awhile; I can focus on more interesting things, like potty training, writer's block, and figuring out what the hell it is that keeps digging up my strawberry plants.
*Which I'm working on.
**Which I may also be working on.