I do not live in a pink house.
“That Pink House” is the house I fell in love with while house-hunting in 2008.
My dream house.
The house where you envision your life in the future, only better. The best parts of you. “This house would be spectacular at Christmas!” “This is where my children and I would plant a garden.” “This kitchen is where we could make Thanksgiving dinners!” “How great would the dining room look in the candlelight?” I imagined all the big and bold things I could do in that house.
Fast forward to now. Sadly, we are not the owners of That Pink House. It is, ironically, one street over from the house we did end up buying. I like the house we bought and it has been good for our family, but it is not That Pink House (which I see every day!).
I decided to name this blog after That Pink House because it represents my best imagined life.
Why can’t I live That Pink House life now even though I don’t live in my dream house?? Right???
Maybe I already am, and don’t even realize it!
Welcome to my attempt to create the life I imagined in That Pink House every day!