Unrequited cottage love
May 3, 2013. No comments.
Last week I fell in love with a cottage.
You see, the truth is that things have not been good around here for quite some while.
Oh we have talked, bargained, promises have been made…but there’s been no real change.
Me and the neighbours that is.
Even after turning to the professionals for help the problems did not seem to be going away and I was at the end of my tether. Then I saw it…
I was attracted right away and before long I was imagining the two of us together.
Me and the cottage that is.
Every day I’d picture myself waking up with only the sound of birdsong overhead, the occasional hoot of a train, and the sun pouring through the cute round window. Perhaps a foray into the woods, or a walk down to the river after breakfast. I’d worked out where everything was going to go, all the various ways I might travel to and fro, and even that it would be ok (now and then) to play my banjo.
When we met I knew we were just right for each other. A new chapter was about to begin. Unexpected connections and surprises (and a very friendly cat) only reinforced the sense that I would fit right in. In my cold wintery little troubled world the sun had begun to shine.
But it was not to be.
Nothing like a beautiful dream ruined by an ugly gang of facts is there?
Yet even now I find myself fantasising about it and what it would be like – even though I know there is nothing I can do.
They say there are others out there and that I should keep on looking. But I hardly care to look. This one was special. The first one I considered worth leaving my old love of 16 years.
I’m going away for a bit soon which will give us both a bit of space, but after that I guess we are going to have to try to find a way to work things out.