And yet, here we are, beating our heads against the wall of this beautiful American dream, this glass ceiling of a dream that we can't seem to break into--home ownership. How do you get to our age in life and not own a home unless it's by design, necessity, or poverty? Hmm, yes I can relate to all those things in varying degrees.
This dream theme has been one-upped by the book I read this week Paris Letters, a beautiful memoir about a girl, a dream, and the practical ways she made it happen and all the bigger dreams that came true after she made it happen. Seems that everyone is out there rethinking possible to a better more fulfilling life. This has me lying awake into the wee hours, (this and my partner's hacking cough), feeling restful and unable to pinpoint just where my dreams went wrong or right. What is it I really want my life to look like?
Back to the drawing board? I hope not. The latest version of our dream house comes on a trailer and is built in a weather-proof factory. Yes, they are great, many say, but not if you talk to a builder. How will this house come to be?