My post from yesterday prompted me to really think about what I’m looking for in this house I’m going to build in North Carolina, and so I thought I”d wander through those ideas a bit more here, if that’s okay with you. (If it’s not, come back tomorrow where I’ll be talking about writing some more – no hard feelings.)
There’s something restful in the very presence of nature for me (note – I consider humans a part of nature, but I haven’t figured out a better way to talk about plant and animal life that is largely devoid of human intervention). I can sit outside, even on my back deck in my little townhome community, and look at the trees and birds – breathing more deeply every minute. That’s what I want more of in North Carolina. I want to be able to take walks on country roads where I’m not always having to make (or avoid) eye contact with other people that I don’t know.
But on the flip side, I want the kind of real interaction that comes, sometimes, in more rural communities – where people stop by uninvited or come over for dinner on the spur of the moment. Maybe these things are part of a life that doesn’t or can’t exist in the States anymore, but I want to see if I can help revive it in the country, if it needs reviving.
I want to grow my own food (yes, I am still reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, and it’s really influencing this part of my thinking) and have a garden full of flowers that sparkle with color. I want to be able to have animals that can run free outside – it’s always been my dream to have a bevy of dogs named for ways that creatures walk slowly, i.e. Meander, Mosey, Poke. I want big wide floorboards that can be clean and still look imperfect, especially since they’ll probably rarely be “really” clean.
I want a wide open living room where people can come and stay with a book for a while, where we can cook in the kitchen and talk to the people sitting with a glass of wine on the couch. I want a fireplace that people can dance in front of. I want big comfy duvets on the bed for winter and light as air sheets for the summer.
Most of all, at the moment, I want space – head space as LitLove said in yesterday’s comments. For me, that space comes when I can take my time with each thing I am doing and do it well (did anyone else’s father teach them that “if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right?”), not always be worried about the next twenty things that have to be done. I don’t mind having the twenty things, but I want to be able to savor each of them without the franticness of a busy life.
I also want space in my home so that there’s room to move – lack of clutter I suppose it is. (I’m having a big yard sale in ten days to begin this process of removing clutter, even now). I want to walk into the rooms of my house and sigh out the world.
This place will be, Beth, in the mountains of North Carolina, probably a little south of Asheville. It will sit on a mountain with a view that looks over those gorgeous gray-blue Smokies. The house will have a deck with chairs where people can sip sweet iced tea in the evenings or wrap in a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate in the fall as the leaves shimmer into color. In the mornings, I will sit here with my cup of coffee and write or read. And that is what this place will be, ultimately – my place (your place if you want it to be) of words.
Right now, I wait patiently for the next steps and work on those that are in motion. Waiting is not something I’m always good at, but here I am learning. . . “All things work together for the good for those that love God and are called according to God’s purpose” – thanks, Becca, for that reminder. I wait for the good in this dream of mine.
What space do you dream of for yourself? What can you do to make that happen now or in the future? Where is your dream space?
“Devil’s Courthouse” by Christian Yates