Have you ever had to write about something you felt so strongly about
that you couldn't even find the words to begin?
That's how I feel about My Dream Home.
(I must confess that I've already paused about five times between those two sentences alone.)
It's almost as if I'm afraid that I won't adequately express my feelings on this topic,
as if I might belittle it in some way, or misrepresent my sentiments.
But, for you guys, I will try my best to vocalize (or put to text)
what is branded on my mind every single day-
My New England Dream.
My Dream Home.
From as long as I can remember, I made it my daily routine to look at real estate websites.
I clearly wasn't in the position to buy a house at thirteen-years-old,
but I absolutely loved browsing through them anyways.
and finally, I grew more specific in my tastes and followed regional real estate websites
(preferably ones stationed in Massachusetts, or better yet, Cape Cod.)
I always found at least one house that caught my eye, and made me gasp, or squeal,
but none of those houses from the past eight years could match
the way I felt when I saw the house, above, from Sandwich.
I don't even think I gasped, cringed, or squealed when I found it... I think I just stared.
You know how I described picking up Susan Branch's book for the first time,
how I felt as though I finally found something that could reflect me like nothing else?
Well, that's exactly how I felt when I discovered this house in Sandwich.
Built in 1639 (yes, 1639), the house is located right on Shawme Pond in Cape Cod.
It has nine rooms, three bedrooms, and four fireplaces, and is being sold for $599,000.
Here is a brief description on the real estate site:
"True antique with 180 ft. of frontage on Shawme Pond with private dock. Located in the heart of Sandwich Village on a quiet residential street. Views from most rooms. This is a purist's antique with lots of charming quirks to keep things interesting but extremely comfortable with multiple fireplaces, beamed ceilings & built-ins. Watch the summer band concerts across the pond."
I'm sure many of you are thinking, "This is absolutely perfect!"
Well, unless it's completely haunted, I couldn't agree more.
I've had a couple of weird things happen to me involving this house:
For one, after deciding on a bed and breakfast to stay in on the Cape,
I unknowingly chose one that is literally right down the block from the house.
I had no idea until I looked at a map of the area, and saw just how close the two were.
Either way, I will be making many-a-walks there during my three night stay!
Another, even stranger, thing happened to me while browsing through photographs on Flickr.
I was looking at pictures of the Cape and Nantucket to psyche myself up for my trip;
photos of the beaches, the lighthouses, the town centers...
when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something familiar:
I had to do a double take because I found it hard to believe that out of ALL the places on the entire Cape,
there was a photograph of the house I've been dreaming about for the past year.
But it was the house alright, and I saved the photo as fast as I could
(it's actually the one that's on the right side of my blog.)
Was that coincidence? Was that fate?
Those examples might sound unconvincing to you, but they definitely meant something to me.
Perhaps I'm trying to find a way to connect myself to this house somehow.
Regardless, I know it's undoubtedly connected to me.
I have to admit though, I was actually terrified to look at the website today.
Terrified, because I didn't want to see that it had been sold.
Well, luckily, it has not. It's still sitting there patiently (for me?)
I get very sad when I look at these photographs because I know that, odds are,
I won't be the incredibly lucky owner stepping into this house.
And I know that everyone will tell me, "they'll be others,"
but I'm not sure that "others" will ever be quite like this.
But who's to say what will be in store for the future?
For all I know, I might be so determined, I'll attempt to buy the future owners out!
Whatever the outcome may be, I'll always remember this as My Dream.
My Dream, because it set the frame work for everything I want to build up.
My Dream, because it represented the essence of all I strive to be.
My Dream, because I cannot find the words to express...