Oh my golly wow!
Sorry for that lame 80's expression, but you know when Facebook reminds you of the past things you posted? I usually ignore them because that's just the way I am nowadays with FB. But this time, it gave me the creeps when I saw my old blog post dated November 26, 2011, exactly five years ago, about my dream house. http://mariamarauder.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-secret-dream-house.html
I was stunned when I realized that I almost got all my wishes to a T! Amazing how the Universe has really given me what I wished for. I hope my friends who are reading this post wouldn't think I'm bragging or anything. I just want to show how grateful I am and to share that if you wished for something to happen really hard, it could come true. In fact, my home at present is far from the perfect pictures I presented in that post. It may be a miniature scale of that Dream House, but hey, I can't ask for more. I'm just a simple girl with simple dreams.
Let me share with you my Dream vs my Reality.
1. Dream: The Façade: Modernist. Squarish. No balcony, please. Unless the house would sit at the top of a mountain, a balcony would be a waste for me. I’m not hoping for a Romeo and Juliet Drama, so scratch that overhang.
Reality: It's squarish, all right. Modern-looking, although the façade in my Reality House is just barely a quarter in size compared to the Dream version. Haha! Oh, look, there is that pitiful balcony thing-y which no member of my family ever stands on, lest we be accused of being peeping toms by our neighbor less than 10 meters across from us. (I tried asking the developer to scrap the balcony from the design, but they said it would ruin the uniformity of the row houses. Well, at least I tried...)
2. Dream: The living room must have a high ceiling—high enough to put a cool light fixture.
Reality: I got a high ceiling, not in the living room, but above the stairs leading to the family room/boys' room. Hey, a gigantic light bulb counts as a cool light fixture, right?
3. Dream: Open Kitchen and Dining. The Fam should enjoy cooking and eating together. The colors should be vivid, like saffron orange, or sunny yellow.
Reality: Orange color achieved! I don't know who else wants this kind of color scheme combo of orange/black for their kitchen. I'm weird that way. Walang basagan ng trip, 'ika nga!
I didn't get the open kitchen and dining layout though. In retrospect, now I think it's better that the kitchen is separated from the dining room, since the latter's dirt, oil, scent, and all, would permeate the whole house.
4. Dream: The master’s bedroom should have a zen feel to it. And please, please provide for a walk-in wardrobe leading to the bathroom.
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Reality: Master's bedroom, zen enough. I feel it's my personal cocoon when I'm in there. The walk-in closet was (hurray!) forcedly genie-given. I had to sacrifice the size of the master's bath to give way to this. Not exactly the kind Barbie would agree to, but I have less clothes than she does, so I am okay with it.
5. Dream: The Master's bathroom should be themed in black and white.
Reality: LBT. Little Black (and White) Toilet. The floor is black, by the way. (Which according to my husband, so it would be okay not to clean it too often. May point siya! 😉)
6. Dream: One room for the Daughter and a shared room for the Boys.
Reality: Daughter's bedroom. Check. Shared room for the boys. Check.
7. Dream: A Family/Study/Guest room. Somewhere the Fam could all hang out together.
7. Dream: A Family/Study/Guest room. Somewhere the Fam could all hang out together.
Reality: Well, the hubby calls this space their Man Cave, thus the air soft guns and the war posters. So basically, the big boys occupy the whole space when they are here. Once in a while though, the whole Family squeezes in to grudgingly watch a movie together. Reality check: Er, this Man Cave really lives up to its name because it smells musky and looks messy when they are around. Oh well, you can't have it all.
I had wished that my Dream House would be granted by 2012, but my Fairy Godmother missed by two years. (I am not complaining, dearie!) We moved in to our house on December 8, 2014.
And yes, I lived happily ever after.
