Way back in 1972 my family and I drove from Ontario all the way to BC to visit my fathers family. We stayed at my Granddad Morgans home. He had 2 houses on his property. The 'big' house and the 'little house out back'. When he arrived in Canada from England, he built himself a tiny little log house to live in until the big family home could be built. Much like the pioneers before him. I remember loving this cute little house out back. It was a cross between a cottage and a log cabin. The ceilings were low giving it a cozy feel. By the time I saw it, it hadn't been lived in for year. The cousins all used it to play in. My Granddad used to say when I grew up big I could come and live in that house and he would look after me. The fairy tale of a little 9 yr old girl.
But now my dream isn't that far off,... Now I wish,... if only,... someone, somewhere told me to pack my bags. They have a little cottage on their property. It was very tiny but it had running water and heat. There family had grown up and all moved away and now there little farm sat quiet and still. They wanted me to come and live in their cottage behind their big house on their farm. It had a wrap around porch just like I have always wanted. I would get a dog. And live happily ever after,....
But I don't have Granddads cottage. He left this earth many, many years ago and truth be told I don't even know what happended to his house or property.
I know it's only a dream. But if I dont' get out of this building soon,... my dream will turn into fentanyl,...
And never have I ever felt such pressure to "get her done"
To bad theres no sweet little cottage on a farm,....
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