We call it “our property” but we aren’t even close to owning it. It’s a place where I go in my daydreams, in my quiet time, or daily when we are in town. No picture or description has been able to capture it’s magic, but every single person who lays down in the grass, looking out over an immense wildlife reserve, starts talking about bank loans and financing for buying it.
We’ve planned the home we will build, the fruit trees we will plant and the mornings we will spend listening to song birds.
As soon as we talked ourselves out of calling the realtor, we saw the sunset, and the cycle began again. Someday it may be ours, but until then we run through the fields, eat the wild growing mango, papaya, and guava, and dream.
This is my happy place. Where’s yours?