Dreams are beautiful things. I love nothing more than to let my imagination wander, taking me to exotic locations, intreaguing mysteries, and dangerous romance (oddly still always starring hubby... hmmm). it gives me an escape from the every day, and everybody needs a little escape now and then. And I wouldnt give up dreams for anything. But there is also something to be said about 'accepting your lot in life' (as hubby puts it).
This is something that is actually pretty hard for me. Call it the biproduct of a University Theater Education (and yes, I'll finish my degree someday), but I have trouble keeping my feet on the ground sometimes. Hubby and I will make these grand glorious plans (comic book shop, coffee house, lottery winner), just to loose momentum about a quarter of the way through. Not that we lack the drive, but we get sidetracked with children, bills, and the all consuming focus of keeping a roof over our heads. And lets be honest for a second, in today's economy there is precious little money left over for dreams sometimes.
Not very in the moment, I know.
And getting the house painted made me realize something. I will probably never leave that house. Not for a good five or ten years at least. So all the dreams of packing up and leaving for New Zealand (or the latest, Florida) just aren't going to happen. But here's the awesome part... I accept that. I'm OK with putting those adventure dreams on hold. Because as awesome as it would be to home school bubby in a NZ hobbit hole, doing the same thing at our current home will be just as awesome in our own backyard. Especially if the lesson is on building our own hobbit hole. Because staying here means I have a phenominal support system, my circle of friends whom I lurve, and I can build my own Little Zealand/Key West in the back yard.
Not that I still don't have moments that I want to borrow mom and dads RV, take the kid(s) and just......go. but I'll always have somewhere to go back to.