In the Fall of 2005, we bought twelve acres of land a few miles west of the small town that we live in. The grand plan was to build a house on it. God, The Universe, and the magical unicorns had other plans for us (arrest, bat shit craziness, serious amounts of debt (lawyers), med withdrawal, locusts, plagues, etc. etc.)
So now we own this piece of land that we thought we would never build a house on.
Until I realized a few months ago that we are doing well on paying off debt (knocking on wood now) and that we might actually be able to build a small house for just me and Derek once the kids all move out.
….. and then today somebody sent me an e-mail asking about the land
I feel like crying. I don’t really understand why.
I had the dream of building a house there. I let go of the dream and wanted to sell the land, mostly because we are making payments on it and that money could be used elsewhere, when our world fell apart.
….. but then the dream came back … and I’m not quite sure that I want to let it go again.