Are you one of those people that keeps a picture of a pristine beach with a hammock and a cocktail in a coconut at the desk of your challenging job?
Maybe it's a pinned photo of a designer kitchen you dream of having one day, or a horse ranch you want when you retire?
In the midst of the daily necessities we all reach for something. We all dream of something we want in our future. Sometimes clinging to that dream is what we need to carry us through a challenging season.
Right now our housing situation is going a little bit nutso. I'll tell the story later, after it has a happy ending, but right now there's a "For Lease" sign in our front yard and strangers are coming to visit and wander through our space. Ten minutes away a "For Sale" sign has been taken down, and we are in that tenuous in between time, waiting to close on a home purchase. We are feeling pushed out of this house, but the other house isn't ours yet...it is all really complicated.
In between packing boxes, considering new gutter options, and paint colors, and high levels of stress about all the moving parts involved in this transition, I have my own little fantasy world I am escaping to. Don't tell my husband.
I imagine rocking up to the pet store and saying "I'll take one of each!"
I love pets. Love, love, love pets.
Birds. Lizards. Snakes. Turtles. Cats. Dogs. Horses. Goats. Let's be honest, we all know I want a farm.
For years I have been practical and restrained. It was only after considerable discussion and thought that we got our dog, Franklin, in Australia, knowing the effort and expense involved in moving a pet overseas.
In our current house, our lease agreement states that if we want even a lone fish, or insect for a pet, we must have permission from our landlord. Our dog is here under approval (and a pet deposit). To me freedom is the ability to make my own decision about aquiring a pet.
How many times have I walked out the door and said to my husband "if I come across some kittens in a box in front of Walmart, or some baby ducks or bunnies in a parking lot (Easter, anyone?), I make no promises whatsoever." In fact, I would consider myself to be greatly restrained in the pet department.
So far, in my mind, I have acquired a parakeet (budgee). I can see it in a sunny corner in the new house. Some beta fish flash their iridescent tails in the kitchen. Outside, a resident turtle picked up from the side of the road, plays an unending game of hide and seek with the kids. Come Easter time, he may be joined by a resident bunny.
Let's be clear, I haven't acted on any of these fantasies, they're just fun distraction from the real business of this move. At least I haven't acted on them yet...if I pass a box of kittens in front of Walmart, I make no promises. Husband, you've been warned.