I woke up and cracked open my eyes.
The sun wasn’t shining quite yet, but the grey light of dawn was creeping into the sky and I watched as the shade changed to a deep purple, pale pink, and finally the bright blue of a robins egg.
I didn’t think I was ready to be awake, but my body thought differently.
What had I been dreaming of?
A perfect little cabin of my very own with the organized simplicity I was craving for my family.
The large windows and skylights in the high ceilings flooding the rooms with warmth and light.
I have dreamt of that little home often since that initial dream and have held onto the hope of a home like that being a reality for us…
Last Saturday night I went about my nightly ritual of checking the new available homes on Redfin to see if anything with our criteria would pop up, although anything rarely did.
Wait? Was this the cabin in my dreams?
Surely that could not be possible. That cabin had yet to be built?
But somehow, images of it were sitting here directly across from me on the pocket size screen of my phone. Every detail even better than the ones I remember my imagination conjuring up.
I tried myself to not let myself get too excited because I have been disappointed before.
We have been looking at available houses for around 6 months now. The few times that we did find a house with all of our requirements and made the effort to go tour it in person, once we got there we realized it wasn’t at all what we were expecting or hoping for.
The minute we drove up the drive and set foot in this house I knew this was the home for us. It’s hard to explain how I felt but I think magical is the only word that would come close.
Every single thing on our long list of criteria was met. It was all here, even better than I could have imagined it.
From the wood stove to warm our family in the winter months, to the fruit trees that will give us fruit so we can spend our summer days canning and dehydrating for the winter to come. I can just imagine our kids climbing those trees to pick their own snacks while playing outside and devouring blueberries straight from the bush.
We are dreaming of making this a home that our kids will have fond memories of so one day after they have grown they will bring they’re families back. As Mary Poppins would say, it was “practically perfect in every way.”
But then it wasn’t.
We put in an offer. I poured my heart and soul into a letter for the sellers. I had my heart set. I was done dreaming. My dream was coming true.
Finally! We would have our little homestead.
But you can probably guess what happened after that.