My dream house
While I will actually never get my dream house (I’m not being pessimistic, just realistic) there are a few things of late that I would add to the list of what would make my dream house. I thought I would share a few of them with my lovely readers. Because I know you have nothing better to do than to read my boring list. I’ve got this picture of what would make my dream house. Now, my dream house is different from my dream home. The difference is in what makes a house a home. I’m just saying.
Now, here are a few things of most recent note that I would not want in my dream house:
- A bathroom with a brown (think poo colored) sink, tub, or potty.
- Seeping sewer from under said poo colored potty.
- Empty window panes that never get fixed.
- A washer and dryer that function as they should. You know, that only take one cycle to clean and dry and don’t do the jig for you while they make a weak attempt at doing their job.
- Or a landlord that wants to raise our rent by $100 if we sign a lease for a year or raise it by $150.00 if we chose to sign a 6 month lease while we try to find something else.
If only Extreme Makeover: Home Edition could find their way to me. I’ve got the sob story and a child with disabilities we can’t afford physical therapy for and all the medical (and other) debt our circumstances have accrued because of our sob story situation all of which would make a great episode for them, but I refuse to use our situation or our daughter like that. OH, I’ve thought about; I’ve dreamed about it; I wished for it. I just can not make myself send off our story like that. I don’t have a digital camera to send in a video either. Besides you have to already own (not rent) your home, or at least have your own land. If they ever change that rule, maybe EM:HE will find their way to my blog and help us out.
Speaking of that show, we (mostly the children) love to watch that show and they have done some great things for a number of families who could not have made it without that help, but I have always questioned the quality of the work they do as it gets done so quickly. A good bit of that got answered for me on one of the episodes after Hurricane Katrina when they featured some work they did in the area. In a previous year EM:HE had built a house for a family in the New Orleans area. That neighborhood got a good bit of the tidal surge and wind damage and tornadic activity. One of the designers (I do not remember which one) went back to NO to visit this family and see what kind of damage had been done. While many houses in the neighborhood had fallen and this family’s big swing-set/jungle-gym had been washed away the only real heavy damage was some flood damage. Granted, that is damage, but my point is that the house still stood, the roof was still on (minus a few tiles). I was a bit more impressed with what they did after that show.
I also worry about some of the houses and the rooms’ decor and re-sell. I realize that most, if any of those families will forever be in those new homes. Maybe that is part of the deal. But with my hubby’s job (preacher man) whether we are seeking to move to a new church or not, a move is always a possibility. They seem to have toned down some the outrageously decorated children’s rooms, but I always think, “What is that family going to do when the child out-grows his current obsession? They can’t afford to re-do that room.” I like clean and simple and decorate with accessories; everyone changes their mind sometimes. Paint can be changed. Bed linens and lampshades can be changed, but what about those beds that hang from the ceiling or the jungle gym in the room.
We want to put down roots. We want a place to call ours again (we used to own a home, now we rent one). I hate renting; I feel so unstable with this life. White walls. Peeling brown linoleum floor. Broken windows. BB holes in other windows. No garden. We have had a hard time in this town, but sometimes I wonder how different would our lives be if we felt more at home here. I have complained so much about life here and I haven’t really shared some of the good stuff. The bad stuff - it is all temporal except for the fact that we wish we could be closer to family, but that is not where God wants us right now. The good stuff - it is good, a lot of it. I think we live in a good town and we have good schools and nice neighbors and we have made some really good friends, but we wish we were more accepted here - small town life here equals us as outsiders. I have never experienced anything like this, even in my jr. high and high school days. OH my! I like the slower pace of life here. It would not as big of a deal to go to one of the next two towns over if the pennies were not so tight that the gasoline hurt our budget to the point of choosing between milk or shoes or the gas bill.
I think over the next few days I will spend some time writing about my dream house. You know, for fun. I have this super secret binder with all my favorite pictures from magazines about houses and decorations and dream appliances (I still want that LG washer and dryer) and super fun stuph like that.
bless your heart!!! Thats horrible. Landlords can be so horrible!
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