As a child, we had a playhouse in the corner of our yard. It was little and white and had a bookshelf and a little table inside. I loved to play house with my sister, pretending to be all grown up, an official homeowner (I didn’t know what a mortgage was back then).
Though it was terribly fun to have a cute little building in the yard to call our own, I still longed for a treehouse. Anyone who’s seen The Swiss Family Robinson or Tarzan probably feels the same way. My parents explained that the trees in our yard weren’t suited to a treehouse. They wouldn’t be able to support it. (I actually found out that two of the plants I thought were trees in our backyard are actually ginormous bushes…. talk about mind-blowing… what??!? That’s not a tree? I CLIMBED that.)
As I’ve grown up, the desire for a treehouse has never left me. My dream office is a treehouse. Can you imagine explaining that to your guests? And here’s out backyard. There’s Mom’s treehouse… nope, it’s not for the kids. That’s where Ashley works. She’s… special. *pained smile * If I happen to meet and fall in love with a carpenter, I’ll know it’s destiny and will insist on the treehouse office.
They’re funny, these little dreams I hold in my heart. And today, that one came true, in a way. I was sitting on our upper deck, reading my book and enjoying a rather motley pairing of lunch foods when I paused to see where the sun had gone. (Not to keep you in suspense; it was behind a cloud) It was then that I saw how beautiful my view is.
It felt like being in a treehouse. Our house is on a hill, which I also just realized… I know that makes me seem like a complete dolt, but it’s not that obvious when you’ve lived here for 19 years. I was at eye-level with tons of leafy, old trees. Like we’d just settled down in a forest.
Let me show you. (holla to Pearl for having a panorama feature)
It’s satisfying to realize that my life is dreamier than I thought. I live in a treehouse. Huh.