As Katie mentioned, we took a trip upstate this past weekend. And, as always happens when I visit places, I now want to live there. There is a recurring life cycle to my out-of-town excursions:
1. Visit some place I don’t live.
2. Fall in love with it, imagine all the possibilities there, decide everything in my life would be amazing and perfect and wonderful if only I lived there.
3. Come back to where I do live and spend next week languishing through craigslist housing porn in just-visited area.
This weekend, we visited New Paltz, but paging through the regional arts/culture magazine, Chronogram, I found out about / fell in love-at-first-fantasy with the idea of a town called Beacon.
Moving on to step three of my traveling life cycle, I began paging through the Beacon craigslist ads this morning. And then – there it was. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERFECT HOUSE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. A 4-br, 3-bath ramshackle early-20th-Century mansion on 2 acres of land on the outskirts of town:

Oh my goodness, maybe I shouldn’t be telling you guys about this! Don’t buy it, okay? Unless you’re going to let me live there. In which case, totally buy it! And I’ll be your cat-sitter/chef/personal assistant/best friend.
In the mean time: lottery tickets or wishing on blue jays?
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