There is a house I dream about often. It sits at the edge of various neighborhoods, at the top of a small hill. I've never gone into this house, but I know that it's where I live. I'm often on my way there, or hanging out in the yard talking with other folks. It's the only house on the hill, surrounded by grass. A small plain house, with a window on the front. I wonder if I'll ever get to go inside?
And just as I was thinking about this house, Moon asked me, "Mom, do you ever dream about the same place over and over?" Really, he did!
And one more home thought, we bought this house because of one of it's windows. Have I told that story...therapy, drawings, window & apple tree? I think so. If I haven't, somebody tell me... it's a good one.