A time for everything.

It seems like to much to hope for; this house with it's five bedrooms and two and a half baths. I'm in love with everything about it, and for the past two weeks it's been all I can think about. It sits on a half acre just north of no where and right in the middle of everything I've ever loved. A part of me already sits on the front porch swing sipping coffee and watching the sun rise over the sparkling blue grey water of the river I canoed as a teen. We've taken the first few steps in the long arduous process that is almost maybe considering buying a home. It's nothing solid, but it's a step in the right direction. It may not be this home and it may not be this year. There are too many what if's to say anything with certainty. I can only say that we've taken the first step, and for now that feels like enough. While the larger part of me remains here in reality doubting, questioning, and complicating everything the smaller part of me is dreaming about all that could be.