




I will prolli end up paying someone to keep the plants and flowers alive and will each spring think I can tackle having a garden and will have endless advice & tips from the elder couple a few doors down but in the end will have no true success and shrug my shoulders and say maybe better luck next year. I can picture my life with her so clearly - it may be a home that just I call home or maybe a family in tow. Either way it will be my escape and my shelter filled with belongings that each has a story or a meaning. When the work day ends I will be beyond happy to find myself turning back onto a familiar road that will lead me home to her and I will pause and just take her in the beauty that she is I may be bias but quite certain she’s the pretties on the whole block. I dream of the day I find her and start the massive to do list to make her mine. To me she won't just be some house...she will be my home.
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