I can’t dance.
If I learned anything from being called to the front of my ninth grade Physical Science class by a perverted coach-teacher and made to perform the chicken dance so that my team could earn extra credit on the next test, it was that.
Not that my team cared. After all, my tragic display gave them just enough time to tear apart my notebook whilst copying my homework.
Now that Andy and I live in a big city, it’s hard not to have our daydreams of owning a home almost forcibly ripped out of our heads by cray-cray real estate prices.
But I don’t care. One day, we’ll own a cute little house. I just know it.
And I hope it looks something like this Craftsman that we drool over every single time we’re en route to Runyon Canyon.
It’s the last former rental in a now thriving pocket neighborhood — full of beautiful, insanely well-maintained bungalows and cottages. I mean, I love this house so much that if it was a
halfway handsome man, I’m pretty sure we’d have a threesome.
I mean, check out these stone…piers.
And that wood..work.
Okay, I’ll stop. You get it: I want a house. And I know we’ll have one.
Until then, I’ll be more than happy with our apartment — a fortuitous find on a nice, quiet street in the heart of West Hollywood.
And sure, I’d love it if we had a little outdoor space all to ourselves. Like a lovely balcony that we could flood with light at night to showcase to the envious gays lurking in the darkness listening to us laughing about how rich and wonderful we are.
Not that I lurk. *Creepy giggles*
But don’t we always want a little more?
Just one more big ass slice of that American Dream pie that we’ve been forcing down our gullets for so damn long? We always want something bigger and better and generally amazing.
Rather than the simple beauty right in front of us.
Like one of my anthropology professors once said, it’s all about learning to see — and see what’s really important.
It’s looking around at what we have, and what we’ve accomplished — being proud of that.
And working toward our own definitions of success and happiness. Be they made of mortar and wood and stone, or paper and ink and fond memories.