The Road I Travel

Old Alton Road Denton

I have found a little out of the way road that makes all the craziness of the last two months seem a distant sorrow.  On this little road, at the very end, where Denton becomes Argyle, I have found my dream home.  It is for sale.  It is one of those places with enough property, but not too much, and a plethora of trees, but not too many, so it is a place I am madly in love with, but am too poor to purchase.  You might then ask why does it make me happy ... well that is a little harder to explain.

I have had a reoccuring dream for as long as I can remember of this lovely home set on a tree rich lot of land.  The path to the door is lined with peonies and a large English rose garden takes up the side yard where the sun and light are such that the blooms thrive.  It isn't a mansion ... more a Victorian cottage ... with perhaps 4 or 5 bedrooms and a spacious kitchen ... the brick is a light rose shade like the old French buildings in Montauban.

Montauban (the Rose City) known for its
 ancient rose colored brick

And I live quite happily within its walls with the man I love, the children we raise, and the pets they care for.  This bliss is something that comes to me in dream when life is at its worst.  Well needless to say I had that dream again about a month ago ... and I was positively homesick for something I have actually never had, (except the DH of course).

Then last week while driving down the road to visit my sister and her family I saw THE HOUSE.  It wasn't exactly as in my dream, but it was close enough to be unnerving.  The trees were perfect; the rose garden was not there, but the place for it was.  And my heart just kind of stopped, for the first time in years I felt that sense of home, which is stupid since the land isn't mine, and I don't see it as being a realistic thing to ever have happen, but something switched in me.

Doug and I do have a place to live lined up.  We will move in about four weeks.  We are so grateful to our wonderful family who have taken care of us this last couple of months, but we are also glad that Doug has a job, that my job prospects are fairly decent, and that we got a screaming deal on a little 1300 square foot home to rent.  It is not the house in my dreams, but it is a fantastic start to our new life, and we are hopeful for the future.

Nonetheless  ... the touch of it on my psyche was so powerful.  Deja vu is not unusual for me, but to have such an affirmation of the rightness of where we are right now, was overwhelming to say the least.  Great for the soul, but heavy on the mind.  I must think it through a bit more :)  This of course will lead to poetry, and more blogging which I am sure will be nice for those of you who are wondering how things are going.

We are well, and perhaps someday, in a not too distant future we will get that rose brick cottage and English rose garden.  It isn't impossible ... after all I have been dreaming it for years.