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Bigger Than a Bread Box

Today I saw my dream house.

Well, not in person..but in a newspaper. If anyone can take a vision contained within a 2 by 3 inch square and fly with it, it’s me. I’m pretty happy I picked up AM New York this morning. My destiny always seems to lie in black and white print. I met my husband because of a newspaper article and I’d like to believe me and this house also have a destiny together. =P

I get my daily fix from AM’s horoscope and crossword; It happens to be one of the few free pleasures left in New York City; It and my morning cup of joe have recently become one of my few links to sanity in the morning.

For years, I’ve cut out magazine clippings, printed online images and utilized just about every free home design program on the net in my quest to create that “perfect space”. In my early twenties, I thought it might be smart to look into interior decorating as a career option.

Little did I know that all I really needed was to lay eyes on this. Are my days of design over? From a creative standpoint, I find this place’s utter perfection almost discouraging. I can’t think of a thing I could add , a tile I could turn that would improve upon it. (Well, I'd nix the cheezey painting lol)

I can see myself running across that cherrywood foyer, perhaps behind a gaggle of knee-biters, on Christmas morning..or even making love right there in the middle of the floor on a snowy night.

Ahhhh.. I’ve found the place I’d like to disappear to every day of my life! So I have one room of my dream house in front of me. The rest of the place is still mine to imagine.

I want to stand behind my mom with my hands over her eyes at the front door of this place, slide a key into her hand and whisper, “This is ours, mom”!

Funny, how the lofty dreams of my youth seem pitifully outdated. After 5 or so years of hardship, my one solitary dream has become to own my own home. Strangely enough, my heart feels ten times larger now that my dreams have gotten smaller. Maybe it took the last five years to make me see what's really important in life.

The office is speckled with green garlands, tinsel and the personalized Christmas stockings I made about two years ago. We’re looking pretty spiffy for the Holidays.

While we all have our wants, our fantasies our 3 bedroom, 2 bath castles in the sky with a view of the river, my greatest gift is mom, dad, Raj and Eric-the people I care about most.

Their well-being is my Christmas wish.

Of course, if anybody’s interested in helping me buy this bad boy, it’s on sale for just under a million! Hahah