This Old House
Saturday, September 29, 2012 at 7:01PM I love this song, by Phillip Phillips...
It fits perfectly with the vibe of our day...just driving around, windows down, going nowhere in particular.
When I saw this old house, I stopped right in the middle of the road, hoping no traffic would show up in either direction for just a few minutes.
It looked almost surreal, like a drawing or a painting...a dream...(not my dream home, but I would take it).
I'd take any place that I could settle into, and call my own...any place to call home. My heart aches for home (and my daughter would love that purple door), but I'm trying to remember not hold on too tightly to dreams...trying not to get too attached to what I wish I had, or what's too far off.
Longing is painful.
Now, is this moment, then my foot on the gas, hand out the window to feel the breeze, enjoying the music, and the company of my kids...back to that place that isn't home, but is a roof over our heads...grateful for that...and for now.
Grateful for what is real, and not just a dream, like this old house.
Reader Comments (2)
Dear kelly-I have missed you. I hope in my heart of hearts that you have a home you love (purple door and all) for your family. I hope all is well with you...with the breeze blowing through your hair. xxx
Fabulous old house. Love the colorful door!