What do you think of when you see this picture? A nice house...nice truck, even a road bike in the back...huh, maybe a health nut lives here....Well, you'd be right. It's my parents house and that's my mom's truck, and that would be my mom's bike on back of it.
Though yes the house is similar to what most American's think would be the good life, I personally am not for living in a complex where every 3rd house looks the same. But it served it's purpose as we were growing up... Sure the front yard isn't huge, but my dad still takes pride in it. So what if the back yard looked more like part of the Vegas dessert, it's all green now! THAT takes some determination.
Everyone has their own idea of what the good ol American dream is.....Wanna know what mine is? You have no choice, it's my blog!LOL....
My idea of the all American Dream is this:
Out in the country, neighbors only about 2 acers away, front yard and back yard total to about 5 acers, a big enough house for my wife and 2 kids, maybe even have some veggies growin in the back yard. Have an old beat up truck in the front that runs, and a decent car to haul around in.
So what if maybe I sound like a red neck, It's what I would love to have. And maybe one day I will. In the mean time, I'd settle for an old red brick apartment like the one you use to see on 227...if any one remembers that other then me.
I have a "thing" for old houses, old cars, old apartments..... I have no idea why. I tell you what though, my Gramma Donna lived in this one house that I thought was awesome and yet looked scary as all hell when I was younger. It looked almost dead on like the house from that Norman Bates....you know what movie I'm talkin about. But oddly enough, even with Pee cocks runnin around out back and screamin bloody murder, the love my Gramma filled the house with, always made me feel safe.
I think that should be real American Dream, to have a home where you not only love to be, but that you fill WITH love and your kids feel safe in and aren't afraid of the boogie man or anything.
(No ma, I wasn't afraid in the house.....)
Any who, I believe it is time for me to go now.
As always,
Be true to you, love yourself and those around you.....
Reese
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