Continued thanks to Linda Hill who sponsors this lovely stream of consciousness every week. This week she tempts us with bonus points so let’s see if I am up to the challenge.
Check out Linda’s blog if you want to join in – check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers. This week, the prompt is:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “near/far.” Use “near,” use “far,” use them both if you’d like. In fact, if you start your post with one and end with the other, you get bonus points! Enjoy!
Near my maternal grandparents’ home was a lot where mobile homes were sold. They were spread out in a grid, each one unlocked with temporary metal steps to lure you inside.
When I visited my grandparents, I often took an afternoon to walk down the busy commercial highway to wander aimlessly through these fully furnished slices of paradise on wheels. Yes, I was enamoured by them. To me, they were the height of luxury. Wrought iron railing, wallpaper murals, two bathrooms, beautiful upholstered couches and two or three bedrooms. What more could anyone ever ask for?
I made this trek many times. The salesmen never said a cross word to me as I walked in and out of each one, making mental notes about what my far away future home would look like. On the way back to my grandmother’s, I would cross the highway to the gas station and buy a coke from the coke machine. I can still hear the sound as I opened the glass door and pulled my selection free.
Back home, I sat outside on a straight back chair and enjoyed the ice cold cola while dreaming of someday having a home of my own.
There would come a time in my life when I would live in a mobile home. Somehow that dream held by a young ten year old girl did not match the reality of living in such a structure during several Alaskan winters. I can remember my clothes freezing to the wall of the mobile home. Definitely different than I imagined.
That’s the funny thing about life. Even though the dream did not match the reality, I still hold those adventures close to my heart. My dreams have stayed with me as fond companions. They always make me smile. At least they have so far.