So I’m in Miami right now. And I’m having a nice time walking to the beach and back, playing in the pool and eating waaay too much French toast with eggs and maple syrup and butter!
Infact we were walking back from the breakfast diner today and then we saw it… the place where we will live in my dreams forever more.
A 1937 art deco home, currently derelict and in need of some serious lovin’. Five bedrooms, no kitchen (hey who needs a kitchen anyway), double garage, gorgeous wrap-around garden and … as if this was the least of it… within a short stroll of the beach. I mean… what’s not to like?
Okay, so it might need a bit of work. Okay so it might need a lot of work but I’m game! If only for the chance to grow Tomatoes for eight months of the year. What I can’t understand is why this house has been on the market for almost a year. Can’t they see how beautiful it is?
So, anyway back to earth. It won’t be mine. Even though Under Gardener did say that he would buy it for me if he had the money. And even though I did have to break it to him that no matter which city we travel to in the whole world, I ‘will’ find a house to buy, no matter where it is.
But I hope someone buys it and makes it into the beautiful family home that I have already imagined in my dreams.