For fun, I will browse through the real estate sites looking at homes for sale located in places where I would like to live. “Down Maine” is one place where I’d be interested in living, if I had the means, the wherewithal, and the energy and cooperation of husband and dogs, to do it (all of which I have not!).
So if anyone out there is looking for a beneficiary to leave a big chunk of change to, like about $150 K or so, you could direct it to me (and I see they’ve just reduced the asking price by $5K recently). I have found my little piece of heaven just waiting for me, down Maine. And here it is:
Go have a look. And look through the photos of this little jewel. I know it’s tiny – that’s OK. I like small. Less to clean! But there is one important thing here with this adorable little bungalow, and that is the land. It comes with 35 acres of land! Thirty Five Acres? OMG, I want this property!
You know I’m just daydreaming here, and I know it’s never going to happen for me. Paul is adamant that we live in this cottage until we both are no longer here, turned into ashes and dust. But dreams are almost as real to me as life. I dream every single night/morning (mostly I dream in the hours just before dawn which is when I finally get some brief sleep after lying awake all night). I daydream a lot, and I night-dream always. I can even be in a dream, wake up and have to pee, go to the loo, be totally awake and aware of what I’m doing, go back to bed, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I can get back into that dream and go on for another hour in it. I do this almost every night/morning!
Some days when I decide to go dream-househunting, I will pick Yorkshire to look at or maybe Liverpool (now that I’m obsessed with that city), or Cornwall where it’s much warmer all year. Oh, I’ve found some lovely places over there for sale that would be just right for us… if only I could bring my dogs and Paul with me. I can spend hours looking through those places thanks to this thing they call the world wide web.
But this little bungalow/cottage/cabin/camp – whatever you call it – down Maine (and it’s really down there, too, not a quick little ride from here… probably 4-5 hours at least) is so perfect! However, I can’t even imagine sitting in a car for that long any more with my bad “everything”! Of course, if someone were to leave me a few million dollars, I could always take a small plane down there… maybe land in a clearing on my own property – heck with 35 acres, there’s plenty of space for a landing pad or runway! I don’t like small planes, however, and I really don’t like large planes, so that might not work.
Oh well. I can dream. They haven’t banned dreaming yet and I sure hope they never do! Imagine if someone invented a google-chip that gets implanted into your brain at birth and any time your mind strayed off the track and went into dream-mode, you were reported and punished somehow? No dreaming? Nope… I wouldn’t want to live like that.
So that’s that. I’m going back to the page and photos of my little cottage in the woods. Oh and by the way, it’s also near the ocean! If you click on the “map” feature and scan out a bit, you will see how close it is to the water! What could be better? I just don’t know…
Cheers for the dreamers among us,
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