You know how some little girls dream of the day they will have a big white wedding, a picture book house with a white picket fence and a family of four children, two boys and two girls including a set of twins?
Well, I was that little girl.
I'm sure I was planning my own wedding from the day I was my aunt's flowergirl at five years old.
And I've always imagined one day living in my dream home. It's not necessarily an extravagant home, well my dream dream home is...but I thought I was being realistic.
I've always been a dreamer.
First I dreamed of being a ballerina, what little girl doesn't?
Then of course I was going to marry a prince, or a prince charming at the very least, just like Cinderella.
And finally I would live in a beautiful house and live happily ever after.
Ha! Funny how life really turns out, isn't it?
My dream home looks something like...
But this is more like what we'll probably buy when we finish renovating this house and can find someone to buy it...
I'm sorry if this is your style, but I find these houses ugly. Bricks, tiles and open plans are just not my thing.
I know it sounds a little crazy but the most recurring theme for my real-life-night-time dreams are houses. Not necessarily my dream house but just houses with lots of rooms and I'm often happily lost in them.
I do realize that I have an awful lot to be grateful for, and I am very grateful.
But I am still a little bit sad that we will most likely never live in the house I've always dreamed of.
Bye bye dream house...
...see you in my dreams.