For many years I dreamed that we would some day have a big, comfortable house where we could eat and drink and laugh with friends and family. We achieved that in San Francisco. We had many great years there. As the dream evolved in included warm summer evenings, a pool, and an orchard where we could grow our own delicious fruit to eat off the trees at the peak of ripeness.
And we had that, too, in Escondido. But then that dream died. And like all deeply desired dreams it died hard.
It has taken months, even years, for us to come to terms with this death. What strikes us now is the there has always been another dream, one that was shoved aside in our dogged pursuit of Dream #1, and that is the dream of being able to travel the world, live other places, to be free of the weight of property.
And that dream is beginning to emerge in our life right now. One dream finishes so another can begin.
How lucky is that?
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there's a light at the end of the tunnel, right?
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