being patient and compromising blow. hard. i will acknowledge that i'm better at compromising than i am in the patience realm. working on it. hoping i won't have to employ my developing skill too often.
that being said, it's exciting when there's something awesome to look forward to, even if it takes a while to become a reality. my current example of this: my dream house. the problem: not dream location. check it out, you'll see what i mean...my dream home.
i've been lusting over this home since last weekend when my boyfriend and i went playing in holly springs (aviator brewery got me tipsy, the model homes did the rest of the damage). we dropped in to the golf course neighborhood of 12 Oaks and decided it would be a great idea to look at beautiful homes that were (a) not necessary for us until we have a family and (b) located way too far out considering our commutes, friends, and favorite irish pub. if i could literally pick up this home (and the 16th hole it's on) and move it within a 5 mile range of where we currently live, maybe it'd work out. if time fast-forwards and i miraculously end up with 2 adorable children that need their own bedrooms (and never fight or secrete nastiness and sleep on command) and a fast-train is built between holly springs and the rest of the world (raleigh, durham, chapel hill), maybe it'd work out.
this darn house is spectacular - the photos don't do it justice. it has the perfect color granite with the most elegant (and massive) center island. the open-concept in the kitchen and family room makes me want to move directly into my 30s (few things make me want to do that). the back yard is picturesque and there is an unfinished 3rd floor that's just waiting to become a gym, library, ventilated cigar/man-room, or any combination of those.
my life is so hard.
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