I used to be able to sleep on command. Give me 5 minutes and poof… out like a light. In a movie theather, in a car, on my sofa… the one time and place I can’t seem to sleep lately is in my bed, and past 4am. At first I’m sure it was because of the elephant who moved in above me… his work schedule apparently has him waking up at 5am on the dot and since he never learned the art of “walk softly”, I was waking up at 5am right with him. Over the past month or so, the time my body decides to wake up has gotten earlier and earlier. I seriously rolled over last night, wide awake, looked at my phone and it said “2:34”. I said aloud, to no one, “No.” I don’t know how long it took me to get back to sleep, but it felt like it was only 5 minutes later when I looked at the time again and it was “3:45”.
Anyhow, there is more to the story of me waking up early and the bottom line of it all is a massive sense of insecurity in a great many aspects of my life. Did I choose the right career? Am I ever going to find the right man? Why does my brain and heart always long for the East Coast?
In one of my fits of not sleeping, I started looking up real estate in New England. It’s not like I am financially in the market to purchase property of ANY sort right now, but I was utterly amazed that for less than my car payment I could actually own a house and be close to family and friends. Win-win, right? I found a piece of property that caught my eye mostly because of price, but also because of location, size, and… how much friggen fun would this be to fix up?
Yes. It’s a barn. I am unsure how it has not just two, but two and a HALF bathrooms… but with 5000 square feet, I could sure as heck build a new one if I didn’t like the two that were existing already!
And now, my reason for writing this post, was to share with you a conversation with my dear pal Stephanie. It started off as most conversations about a barn-property would go, but she took it to a whole new level with her imagination and perhaps by knowing me a little too well (especially considering how relatively new our friendship is!) This happened via text messaging and is transcribed verbatim:
Me: I would like to take you for coffee some evening and borrow your rational and logical brain. My emotional one is literally sore.
Steph: Ouch. What’s up?
Me: I’m better than yesterday.. I just need a plan. And I tend to go head first into them without thought.
Steph: I can see where that could be problematic.
Me: Because really? A 5000sf barn in Massachusetts is super appealing.
Steph: …?
Me: Oh I found a 5000 sf, 2 bath (?) barn in mass for 80k
Me: Mortgage would be less than my car payment
Me: Emotional brain says fuck all and go live in a barn.
Me: My twinge of rational brain said I need to eat.
Me: And without a job I couldn’t afford the cows or chickens for said barn. Not to mention I’d give them names and suddenly be vegan.
Steph: You cannot possible need a whole barn’s worth of yarn storage space.
Me: Oh I hadn’t even GONE there… Now I MUST have barn!!!
Steph: Um. Is this an actual barn?
Me: Yes!!! I can email link tomorrow.
Steph: Does it have AC? Or plumbing?
Me: It says 2 baths… but it also has 2 acres so maybe it’s a hole behind a tree or two
Steph: How about floorboards?
Me: Not so much 🙂 luckily, I’m a designer!!
Steph: Electricity?
Me: Unclear
Steph: Gee, this place sounds like a steal
Me: Lol 🙂
Steph: Well, if you decide to embrace your inner Amish, I want to see live blogging from the public library 200 miles down the unpaved road.
Steph: Or you could rent Season 1 of Green Acres
Steph: Although, it would be a fine opportunity for you to milk a cow! 🙂 {Author’s note: it is on my bucket list to milk a cow}
Steph: OK, at some point I started mentally rewriting this convo as a romance novel
Me: I can totally see romance novel written all over it!
Steph: I’d be cast as the unsupportive friend who laughs when you buy an unfurnished barn in the middle of nowhere, which you will obviously furnish and make profitable through sheer talent and force of will
Steph: Obviously the farm comes with a sexy as hell farmhand who is at first annoyed by your existence, then strangely protective, dropping by to help you with chores
Me: I love this story!!!
Me: Most people are first annoyed by my existence.
Steph: Finally, he decides to have a go at convincing you to try a little “sharecropping” over a nice meal, and you two have to band together to save the town steeple
Steph: Which is being dismantled by a crooked restoration company that wants a plant to make drills
Steph: But your farmhand is on the local historical society, and you plan to throw a design festival to demonstrate its worth
Steph: Where you discover a talent for cake decorating in the process 😛
Me: Ok… I’m totally copying and pasting this on my blog with your permission!!
Steph: Go for it
Steph: Be sure to mention the later creative use of fondant and cake frosting!
Me: Mmmmm… Frosting!
Steph: Yeah, that’s what he said.