I was driving to the Erie Cancer Center yesterday. The route took me past a house that I have been passing since I was a girl. This house is big, looks like a mansion you'd see somewhere in England, with a big horseshoe driveway. I always used to dream about what the inside of that house looked like. I imagined walking in to a huge foyer. I imagined fireplaces and a library, and...well...just say that I could dream on a pretty grand scale even as a kid.
As I passed the house, I remembered all my daydreaming about it, how I used to try to imagine myself in a house that grand. Suddenly, it occurred to me. I have a house that grand. It is not a big stone house, but it is a grand house, and it is being lovingly brought back to it's former glory. It struck me once more, how very very lucky I am.
It sounds like bragging a bit doesn't it? I don't mean it to. I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure that I'm not just daydreaming still.