I think this is my dream house. Literally. ♡I am in love.♡

Well, yesterday, while perusing houses for sale in our new fav area of Mastic Beach and Shirley near Fire Island, we came upon this gem, deep in the trees on a quiet little creek, no neighbors to the right, none to the back (there are views over the creek and marsh from what will, no doubt, be our dining room, as well as from the kitchen sink ~ a must for any once-and-future home of mine is a window over the kitchen sink!). You enter the property through a privet hedge that can be gated, a driveway with room to spare for guest vehicles. I'm not sure the roof was green when we saw it Saturday, but here it is. Green. And right before we found this house, we stopped at a yard sale where we saw a -- wait for it -- antique wicker baby perambulator.
As we drove back to the city last night, we got a phone call from a real estate broker we'd reached out to about another property, a piece of land on one of the canals that P was interested in... and guess who just happened to own this home? All the little pieces started to fall strangely into place. I truly believe in dreams, especially ones you have over and over and over. There are no coincidences. And there's a reason for that psychic or psychological repetition of recurring dreams. I know in my heart of hearts that we are meant to have a house like the one in my dream. Like the one in the pictures here.

But the creek access and the wild nature factor are huge variables. At least for me. I can already see myself kayaking and canoeing down the creek towards the bay. P has a little boat, a small sail boat that he built himself, in storage in Seattle. I can see that little vessel nestled by a new little dock we'll build next to the tree by the canoe, above, and see us rowing it out to catch the winds in the willows around the area.
And, yes, even though this is technically Mastic Beach, NOW you can call me Shirley.
xoxokimmie
love it! do it! yes! :D
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