Home is where the Heart is...

A home is a house that you have poured your heart and soul into and if you are lucky - also get to share it with someone as well.  

As the Realm of Wymsy is going through some changes I often find that my stories reflect what is going on within my life... what type of author doesn't do that? *smiling*  With that thought I decided to share with you another new eye opener for me. 

As I have mentioned I am redoing my bathroom, no biggie as remodeling is often done and it is considered an upgrade.  In our case we are trying to make our home more age awareness especially after my surgery a little more than a year ago that brought Age knocking on my door.  "You're not getting any younger Sweetie," says Age, "and if you want to stay safely in your house, you better make some changes."

"Got it!" I reply as I am always open to listening to my elders *smiling*.  That meant some changes to my purple bathroom.  I have always wanted a purple bathroom after growing up with a grandmother who had a deep burgundy one.  It was a rich looking one to my young eyes for it had a bathtub, sink, and toilet all in burgundy! They don't make those anymore (I wonder why? *smiling*). 

  When we bought our house it had purple tile on the wall. Yippee!  I was on my way to having a my childhood dream come true.  But Age has a way of making changes whether you want too or not.   For example, the bathtub was well over 30 years old at least and had to go for many reasons, but I thought I should be able to keep the purple tiling.  We could work around it and still "upgrade" to a shower and seat.  Alas not to be!​

As the new contractors were taking out the tub and prepping the room, we discovered that the old builders weren't too bright.  Several bulbs missing in fact since apparently they had put my purple tile in the shower right on sheet rock.  No moisture preventative behind it let alone stability.  It's a miracle it has lasted as long as it has.

Now what to do!  With living in a small town there isn't many choices and I can definitely tell you I am not a big fan of black nor white.  But the part that hit me the most was that I was loosing my dream.  My fabulous purple bathroom was to be no more.  I know it is childish to feel this way but in some ways it was my magical spa for so many reasons which fed my soul.  How does one let go of a dream? 

First we made a mad dash into town (in the middle of a snow storm) to see what Fate had in store for me.  Fate can be very fickle you know.  By the time we also decided we needed to see what the stores had to offer since ordering anything wasn't an option (not going down that road of being without a bathroom for months again when the downstairs bathroom was torn up for almost a year!).  It was already late in the day, but we managed to get to the store before it closed.  Remember what I said about Fate being fickle?  We found some stone that would work in the bathroom but it was a close out special.  Meaning we only could get a 1/3 of the amount we needed.    So dashing off to another store I came up with a hair brain idea (which so many of mine are *lol* but my husband still calls them 'magical inspirations') and found something to go with this other stone we bought.  

To answer my own question, how does one let go of a dream?  By making room for a new one.  This direction I am heading isn't at all what I had in mind when we first started.  As the contractors have stripped my bathroom to the bare bones, I will like working with them to see if they will be able to capture the magic of my new dream and bring it alive.

As Goodie4U would say, " With a pinch of magic in the batter, anything is possible".