Dreaming of Reality

I have this hope chest; it's brown now, but this summer I'm going to paint it white and then sandpaper it for a vintage-y feel. Kind of like this:

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It's kind of a tradition in my family for the girls to get hope chests when they turn 18, something they can have when they move away. To use as storage or to keep memories hidden away, it's always there. However, I'm digressing back to my story. 

I had it all in my head, every detail, down to my shower curtain, it was all laid out.  The kitchen and the living room were so open and always sunny. Everything in the house was a product of our own labor, we created everything, or at least put a little TLC and love into everything in that house, we made it our home.

Oh, and my bedroom, my bedroom was my favorite part. It was very open with a couple windows and again an always sunny view. My hope chest was there. It was right by the window sill, with a light blue with white polka dots pillow seat atop it surrounded by yellow pillows. Next to that I had a bookshelf that reached from floor to ceiling. All different types of books adorned it. Art books, photography books, economics books, silly fairy tale stories everything was something I had read and fallen in love with. As you continued to look around a cozy white chair would invite you in to snuggle up and suggest to you to pick one of those books out and fall in love with it all over it again. A chair similar to this one:

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This house was it, it was quite literally the house of my dreams. I woke up elated to be living in such a place. But as I looked around I wasn't surrounded by blue and yellow I was surrounded by old wood furniture and cramped living space. I wasn't in that house, I was in reality, I was in my dorm room.

One day, though, one day I'll be there. I'll be waking up elated every morning as the sun kisses my open room and stamps it approval to start the day. I'll be surrounded by the white vintage furniture I created. I'll be home.

This is the closest I could find to put a visual to what I'm saying. The colors are perfect. The fact it is a nursery, not so much.

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 Taken from my dream journal April 3, 2011


xoxo,

Kelsie