My Dream House

While in New Jersey this past visit, I had a strange memory, and than an even stranger realization. As a child, I was carted up rt. 208 to school each morning and we would pass an exit called Utter Ave. I would gaze down Utter Ave, and there was a house. I imagined it was my dream house, maybe my family and I would live there one day. I even remember when it was for sale for a little while, hoping my parents would notice it. Looking at the house now, I realize how bad of a house this really was, since it had a front row seat to the highway, but nevertheless, to my child-eyes, this was the most beautiful house. So, driving up 208 on this past visit, old habits took me and as I passed Utter Ave, I gazed down the street to see if the house was still there, and I had a funny feeling. My house now, looks oddly similar to this other house! Look at the pictures- ours is the first house:










Now, admittedly, these houses have their differences, but I thought it was strange how similar they were. So I tell all of this to Charles and brought him by the house to show him…so he says to me, okay, so you’ve got your dream house? What more could you want in life?