Fly Away Home
I'm hoping one day to own my own house. I'd love to be off the grid.
I'd love one of those houses you see on Weird Homes. I worry that by the time I get a house, I'll be too old to make it interesting, too old to renovate and build giant concrete sculptures in the backyard, or glue all sort of found objects on the walls. I'd take a small house with a large garden. I would love to be near water, big water, ocean maybe. I'd like to be near other artists and a farmers' market.
I don't know where a home for me like this may be. I do know that right now I live here and it has to be home for one good reason; I may never get a home that I own. I'm trying to enjoy what I've got: a postage stamp backyard that's full of riotous plant life. A cat who enjoys patrolling the borders of our fence. Windows in two directions and three floors of living space for two of us plus one cat. It's all good, but a girl can still dream.
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