Daniel sent me this chicken coop photo to drool over today. I added it to my bookmark folder which is wistfully titled after the street my dream house is on.
Photo credit: Treehugger
Real Me = Real Dream
If you would have told me a few years ago that my dream house “must have” features would be a chicken coop, farmhouse sink, and great room for entertaining I would have thought you were nuts. Back then I didn’t have many friends and my main interests were television and sleep. A lot of that was because my health was so poor that I hated socializing. Hanging out with friends almost always involved eating together, and eating at restaurants caused me severe GI pain.
After I got well my heart said “Yes!” to everything, but it is taking time to leave behind old habits. I am still learning to be open with who I am, not just what I believe. It’s easy (for me) to take a stance on an issue, but it’s harder to let people see me. I am an oddball. I know it. People tell me often, too ; – )
It shouldn’t surprise me, but it really has: The deeper my friendships have gotten over the past few years, the more I realize everyone is weird in their own way. Maybe I am just very blessed, but NONE of my friends are cookie cutter Barbie wannabe’s. Each one of them is one-of-a-kind.
I have a friend that I know I can call at 4am if I need to (I actually have). She lives her life with passion and conviction. She’s fierce and compassionate at the same time. To know her is to respect her. Another friend of mine is my inspiration for mothering. She is my favorite person to talk to when I am discouraged by my lack of competence in this area. Another friend of mine never fails to be kind to others despite a long season of personal hardship. She is so determined to be cheerful she even smiles when she cries. The list goes on and on.
The circle gets wider, too. The more I really know people, the more I want to know them, warts and all (both mine and theirs). I used to want a big, beautiful house to make up for my insecurities. Now I feel like I need this house so I can love on all the people I have come to know and cherish (plus the ones I will meet!). Normally I don’t think a big house is necessary for entertaining, but because we want to share our passion for raising goats and chickens, gardening and nourishing food in the the suburbs it pretty much is.
Today I got an email from someone who wants me to email her my recipes. I’d rather invite her into my kitchen so that I can show her in a few hours what it has taken me years to learn. In my dream house this would be totally possible. In our current house, not possible.
I hope I am not the only person alive that dreams about chicken coops and farmhouse sinks.
Photo credit: Southern Living
But even if I am, I don’t care. I want this house, this life, more than I can put into words. And I want to share it with you, in person or via blog.