I don’t know who I’ll have to rob…
I don’t know who I’ll have to promise something involving my toes and a jar of mayonnaise…
But I will own this farm on the Vierwaldstattersee near Weggis before I die.
I’d thought about going to the Gemeindehaus, looking up the owner and making a deal. I’d be in freaking debt for the rest of my life.
Debt, schmedt.
Whoever owns it is probably waiting on someone to offer millions, rip the farmhouse down and build a gaudy, hot pink monstrosity (sp).
If I had it, I’d bring it up to code, keep the original design, rent out a few rooms, plant flowers and veggies, write in the loft overlooking the lake, read Rumi, make soap and incense, become a herbalist, grow my hair out again (maybe even return to locks), make a fire next to the shoreline, splash in the water, watch cats mouse, have a wood-paneled reading room lined with all of my books….
Damn. I’m dreaming again.:-)
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It’s beautiful! I would see how it would be easy to dream there. I think I would get a lot done creatively there. :)
Can I take you out on my sailboat in the good weather?
What’s the worst that could happen if you shared your dream with the owner and made them an offer?
Oh Kyla. You make me believe in the impossible sometimes.:-)
That’s my mission in life:
To be a beacon of what is possible.