The idea of home ownership started when I had my first dollhouse. I remember it so clearly. There was a roof, front and back doors, windows, rooms which included the fabulous kitchen, living room, bedrooms, a staircase, and it even came with little people and furniture too! I played with it for hours! As I played with my dollhouse, I had dreams of owning my own home. Carefully I arranged the furniture for hours without being bored. I even marched my little children upstairs and put them to bed while I went back into the living room to relax after a long, eventful day.
Time passes quickly. I’m lucky to have had those dreams because they cemented plans for my future. I always believed that owning a home and having a family was worth it. Becoming educated, getting a job, and pursuing my dreams were goals I strived to achieve. Being in Florida a few weeks ago due to the loss of a family member initiated self-reflection.
© Photograph & story by Patricia Feager, Keller Williams Realty, 3/7/2012.
Looking out on the bay in Sarasota, I was reminded of the fact that I had a preconceived notion about life in general. Before I could have my very own home, I first had to fall in love and get married. This chapel on the water provided reflections of what I dreamed about when I was a child. For me, it all started with faith and a belief system in the American Dream. As I look back, the seeds were planted in my brain long before I even knew the definition of the word mortgage or even imagined what it meant to work for a living and earn a paycheck. Entitlement was never an option.
As I leaned over the balcony, reflecting on life in general, I was reminded that just as a wave is simply an aspect of the greater ocean; we are also part of a dream. The key to our happiness does begin with hope. Thoughts drifted back, to an easier life when I put my little plastic children to bed, turned out the lights and dreamed BIG dreams.
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