we don't love the house we live in. we never have. but when we moved to madison almost 5 years ago it fit. well our furniture fit. but our hearts never have. and now that our kids are out in the wild blue yonder living on their own, our home feels like a bulky, scratchy sweater that we can't take off and that we desperately want to replace with something soft and warm like a plaid flannel shirt with a few bare threads near the elbows from all the love given to it over the years.
so we look and look and look for something else. but so far, nothing. we think about building, but can't seem to find a piece of land that we're happy with. we drive in the country and near the city. we look at beautiful homes that are way too large, that we don't even want and old brady bunch homes that we could remodel, if only the dilapidated homes in the rest of neighborhood could magically disappear.
and then i find little outbuildings that i love. like the one above. that live on most of the farms around us. and i think that's what i want. an old farmhouse. with a barn. and a few outbuildings. so i can have chickens and a goat.
oh where is my magic little fairy
with her glittery wand
why isn't she sprinkling the perfect answers all over me
and the kids
well they don't really live in the wild blue yonder
they live in apartments right here madison
where their mama still does the occasional load of laundry for them when they ask ever so sweetly and whose food seems to taste better now than it ever did when they were living here with us