The begining of a dream…

Back in 2000 I moved into the house I am currently living in. It was a nice neighbourhood. A retired single lady who use to work for IBM before was my my neighbour to the south, and a husband working as a musician and a wife working as a chaplain is my neighbour on the north side. I like the locations, not too far from downtown, not too far from uptown, and just out of the busier part of the city. And I liked the environment, there are plenty of people walking around. When I was out there washing my car, there will be people coming by and say what a nice car or talk to you about it. This is very different from what I know of the communities on the north where seemingly everyone is all too busy either working or minding their own business.

I had a dream soon after, that I dreamed of one day I was able to purchase the lot next door and build a wonderful house there. This allow me to stay close to the city, and leave the current house all to my parents so I can better take care of them. The retired single lady lived in a semi-detached house and the musician/chaplain pair had a one storey bungalow. So naturally I was thinking about the bungalow to the north. It has always be just a dream and nothing more…

All that has changed one day in early September of 2012. During a casual conversation with my neighbour with the bungalow that they are considering selling the house. What I have always thought is a untouchable dream started to move right within my grasp…