Wishful Thinking

Sometimes I wonder who I am

anymore because I find

myself doing things

or thinking about things

I never thought I would. 

Like driving a truck.

It's supposed to be my

business vehicle but

it's become my ride of choice. 

I'll often leave my

minivan parked in the 

driveway even for jaunts

around town, just because

I like the feel of my big old
truck so much.

I think it's cool.

I'm sure it's not, but then again

I've never been on the cutting

edge of cool, so I don't care.

Another thing that's

surprising me these days

is the amount of time

I dream about moving

to a farm. 

First off, rest assured

I have absolutely no desire

to actually work a farm,

or even own animals 

or crops - I haven't 
strayed that far
from who I am!
 

Maybe it's the

bucolic setting I imagine

that's calling my name.

A place where
girls like me are supposed
to drive trucks around
town - where it's the norm,
not the exception.

So, I spend lots of time

perusing farm listings,

looking for just the right

combination of a charming

farm house and an equally

adorable barn

in which to house my

growing business offering

my style of home decor.

Keep in mind, this is all 

a daydream because no one

in my family is even 

remotely interested in 

moving.

In fact, when I suggested it to

my family one evening, my youngest,

13, thought he'd summed up the 

problem when he suggested

I "paint, design new window treatments,

order a new couch, and call it a day".

So, instead,

I dream.

this one's only about 45 minutes from

where we live!

look at that porch!

the driveway!

the pasture!

sigh...