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A dream of home

I’m feeling a bit better today, but while I’ve been lying here sick, I’ve had time to daydream. One of the things I like to think about is where I would live if money and family obligations were no object. I guess the photo accompanying this post is a clue to my answer.

I’ve lived only in a few geographical places in my life: Indiana, California, and Germany. I’ve vacationed only in: Kentucky, Wisconsin, Utah, Nevada, Texas, New York, and Jamaica. And I’ve driven across several more of the U.S. States.

I’ve never spent more than three consecutive days at the Pacific coast. I’ve never seen the Atlantic coast, except from the air. And I’ve spent four days in a beach cottage on the Caribbean Sea. So, obviously, fantasy fuels my idea of living by the sea, not experience.

Would my little, or not so little, house be on the California coast, farther north, farther south? Or would I live on the opposite side of the country? How about on the opposite side of the Atlantic … Ireland, France, Spain? Maybe in the Caribbean, Hawaii, or Down Under? While I’m dreaming, why not have houses on them all?

Whenever I’m by the ocean, I feel the allure. It just feels right. But it should feel wrong. I have no desire to be in or on the water. I can’t swim, and I can barely breath when I’m floating on water that’s over my head. I have no desire to experience hurricanes or tsunamis. And I’m convinced that at least a good portion of the western U.S. coast will sink below the surface of the Pacific ocean someday.

Then there’s my irrational fear. It’s all too easy for me to visualize some huge—HUGE—monstrosity rising out of the sea to destroy the world. That’s crazy talk; I know. Yet I think about it every single time I look out over the ocean.

So, there you go. Sensible or not, my dream house would be beachside. Is it that we always want what we don’t have? Do I have a fleeting memory of having lived by the sea in some past life? Is it some primordial urge to return to whence we came? Who knows. We dream what we dream.

Dream with me today. If wishes were homes, where would yours be?

28 thoughts on “A dream of home”

  1. Well, with Emily making her way toward Central Florida Saturday, I’d prefer to be in a cabin in the middle of a field of daisies, with my small vegetable and herb garden off to the side, a pond stocked with Yellow-Bellied Catfish and Large Mouth Bass, and a peach orchard that blossoms every early spring.

    BUT… I have an irrational fear of tornados.

    So great is my fear that when hurricane Charlie dumped a micro-burst on the top of my house in 2004 and snapped every tree in my yard until my house, car, and yard could no longer be seen, I literally almost wet myself, my pulse rate spiked at over 200, and anxiety almost got the best of me. So I guess there is a reason I am where I am and I’ll stick right here on the coast. Hurricanes come with advanced warning, tornados – not-so-much! LOL


    1. I hope Emily loses steam before she gets to you, T.A. I lived the first half of my life in tornado country, and though they don’t give the warning that hurricanes do, they give more than earthquakes. 😉


  2. Having grown up in a tiny country in the middle of Europe with lots of lakes and mountains but no ocean, the sea has always had a special attraction for me. Now that I live next to the ocean in southern California, I have to force myself to look at it as something special. It has become part of my everyday environment. So, I guess we always need a little something to dream about, something exotic, not immediately available. Hmm.

    Lovely picture and that glass of wine looks very inviting!


  3. Colorado is home, but I’ve lived in Germany (when it was West Germany) when my dad was assigned to Frankfurt. And, I also lived a short time in Hawaii (my mom is from there). Hawaii was for only 10 months … at that time families weren’t permitted to accompany on new assignments because of the Berlin crisis at the time. Lots of stories there.

    The dream house would be the one I had in a dream a few years ago – a nice condo with my two favorite cats and Evie.


  4. Hi, Linda. Hmmm? I’m not sure. The beauty of Central California is the fact that I’m a few short hours away from ocean, big cities like Los Angeles or San Francisco or mountians. A few more hours and I could be in San Diego. It’s hotter than heck here right now, as you well know. Yet, this feels like home.
    Although Honolulu was pretty sweet… 😉

    Feel better, okay?



    1. Being “in the middle” does have its advantages, Jimmy. But driving two hours or so to visit the coast, is not the same as living there. However, if your dream home is in this valley, far be it from me to sow seeds of dissatisfaction around it. 😉


  5. Funny, I like the ocean, and have lived by it for several years, when I lived back in Florida, but I prefer calm ponds, and woodland and the scenic kind of landscape ONLY found in England. It’s the quality of the light that can make it ethereal….and in the mornings when the mists rises from the ground, you believe you are in a mythical island, and maybe I am 🙂

    I am already home, as London is my home, but my dream place would be a house, no matter how small, facing Hampstead Heath, or a even a flat, or a tiny bedsit, actually I don’t care for the size of the place, I just want to face the woods and hear the owls and foxes at night….sigh


    1. Alannah, my dream used to be a little house in the woods, but then I thought about critters and snakes and questioned whether I really wanted to deal with that. But I lived at the edge of a wood once and often walked in it. So peaceful. I definitely resonate to that either by genetic memory or past life. So, I hope your dream comes true for you. 🙂


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