Homesick Traveler
I've been traveling again. Wish it were for a leisurely vacation--but alas, it was not. I was in the Sunshine State on business. (And for your information, being rushed to Florida in the dead of a Chicago winter does lessen the work pain just a bit). But it doesn't change the routine. Every time I jump on a plane and find myself in an entirely different part of the country, my mind wanders to the imaginary.
What would it be like to live here? Inevitably the thoughts turn to what it would cost to buy a home. Where? Would I want to? What type of home would I want? Benefits of living in the new place--and what would this new and assumed improved life of mine be like.
This trip was in no way different. The daydream was only intensified as a day earlier, I'd left -11 degree weather for something near the high 70s. It was sunny blue skies and green lush landscape, do you blame me?
Anyway, my point is that I became obsessed with my imaginary life. Driving down the expressway I was eyeing the best homes, the fixer-uppers, and everything in-between. Our glorious GPS system let the imagination grow as it took us different routes (through neighborhoods) to avoid the less than desirable traffic. And I even started planning how I'd trim down on my latest belongings to make the move happen.
Then I remembered I already own 2 homes. One of which I am still trying to sell. And move into the other completely. And that, really, as much as Florida has wonderful dead-of-winters, there summers are hotter than I can handle. Hell, Illinois summer heat can get to me, I'd never manage the south.
What would it be like to live here? Inevitably the thoughts turn to what it would cost to buy a home. Where? Would I want to? What type of home would I want? Benefits of living in the new place--and what would this new and assumed improved life of mine be like.
This trip was in no way different. The daydream was only intensified as a day earlier, I'd left -11 degree weather for something near the high 70s. It was sunny blue skies and green lush landscape, do you blame me?
Anyway, my point is that I became obsessed with my imaginary life. Driving down the expressway I was eyeing the best homes, the fixer-uppers, and everything in-between. Our glorious GPS system let the imagination grow as it took us different routes (through neighborhoods) to avoid the less than desirable traffic. And I even started planning how I'd trim down on my latest belongings to make the move happen.
Then I remembered I already own 2 homes. One of which I am still trying to sell. And move into the other completely. And that, really, as much as Florida has wonderful dead-of-winters, there summers are hotter than I can handle. Hell, Illinois summer heat can get to me, I'd never manage the south.
