I've wanted a house overlooking the ocean as long as I can remember. Up on a cliff, with a sandy beach below. A rainforest background would be icing on the cake.
Last week, looking through the real estate pages like I always do, I spotted just such a house. No rain forest, but who needs icing? Not up on a cliff either, but up above the dunes is close enough.
I stared at the image on that page for a very long time, drinking in the details, the view, the surrounds, before finally turning on the computer to look at it online.
I opened the file to look at the floorplan. It's a bit of a rabbit warren, many rooms, a couple of hallways, corners everywhere. But it also has verandas, with plenty of space to put couches filled with cushions and knee rugs, to sit back and read or just gaze at the ocean until you fall asleep. Bliss.
There's no price listed and I remembered the old saying,"if you have to ask the price, then you can't afford it". Which is cetainly true in my case at least.
But a girl can dream, right? and what better to dream of than something I've always wanted and dreamed about in the past? The only difference now is the image in my mind. White house, wide verandas, 200* ocean views.
Saw this cartoon in the local paper a couple of weeks ago and just had to smile:
Angel paws. He thinks he is so well hidden I'll never find him.