The Home and The Dream

We drove along the side road that hugged the Catholic school located just behind our home, driving past the basketball court, where the students gather for 9 months out of the year each morning for announcements, that without fail, wakes us up everytime. A slight feeling of regret panned over me thinking that we bought a home right next to a noisy school--no, make that two noisy schools counting the elementary school across the road. But I reminded myself that at least it was summer time and the only noise we had to deal with now was that of the mini airport located to the south of us.

Despite these things, we still enjoy where we live, our home, our pool, our backyard, our neighbors, the proximity to downtown and the beach. We consider it a gain! Like all things, nothing is ever perfect.

This didn't stop me from turning to Jeremy and saying "I'd love if we could pay our house off", something I've been thinking about for the past few days but had not actually verbalized to him. Jeremy indulges the idea, "Think about all the money we could save if we didn't have to pay a mortgage. We could do a lot." We basked in the idea for a few moments and we talked about how we could make it happen.  

As we turned the corner onto my dad's street I took notice of the cobblestone driveway. The tiny weeds that were growing up through the cracks had been plucked and the bougenvilla was neatly pruned back. My stepmom stood in the driveway holding her leaf blower and welcomed us in. After seeing all she had done in the yard, I felt a wave of guilt for not making myself pull weeds from our pineapple garden. 

I thought again about how great it would be to have a paid off home. Maybe then I would have more time to pluck weeds from my garden AND my driveway, lol! But paying off the mortgage seems like a victory that can only be accomplished at retirement age, it seems so far fetched when I think about it. 

Hey, anything is possible. 

I dream big, always have. I sometimes think that my dreams are simply just that--dreams. Like that time when I was 18 and I wanted to move to Hawaii and pursue photojournalism. That was a dream that has now surpassed. 

Perhaps that is why I picked up my camera again, something that I put aside for so many years. . .to pursue a dream that I had once let go. 

To dream big again.  

And maybe one day, we will live in our paid off home and I will be plucking weeds out of my own cobblestone driveway :)  

Whatever may happen with these dreams of mine, I am reminded that "The heart of man plans his ways, but the Lord establishes his steps." Proverbs 16:9