The other night I dreamed that Regan and I moved to Monticello, Utah and then that we moved to Manti, Utah. It was like two simultaneous lives, showing how we'd live in each place. I loved it.
In Monticello, we lived in the house my mom grew up in and my grandpa still lives in. (Sorry, grandpa) We had I think 3 kids and we were renovating the whole house but I was weirdly adamant about some things like that no one touch the store room or the garage because they MUST maintain the same smell they'd had my whole life. I wish I could picture the whole new layout because I've thought many times (while awake) about how I could somehow make that house work for me to raise a family in. On a side note, I'd like to know how many of the 50 grandkids would fight me for this honor. Just curious. Anyway, we had a 10-ish-year-old son that was pretty ticked that we moved there. But obviously, I knew he'd be fine after his first summer of baseball. We all would. No idea what Regan did for a living there. Head up a new Design program at the high school? Work remotely from the shed? Endless possibilities, really.
In Manti, I don't remember as many details. Except that I drove some kind of old boxy car and we had a bunch of scraggly kids. We lived in a really old house that had been renovated (sensing a theme here) and we had a huge yard. I just remember driving through town with all the kids in the boxy car and passing other families in similar situations. Basically it felt like the cover of the old Cheaper By the Dozen book but in real life. Here, Regan taught design at Snow College in Ephraim. And sometimes the 6 mile commute annoyed us.
I'm surprised Pinedale, Wyoming wasn't on this list but maybe another night. I'm pretty sure I idealize small towns. I woke up feeling very nostalgic and wishing either of those could somehow be in our near future. Then again, if they were, I might wake up feeling nostalgic about living in a giant city full of people and trains and garbage.
8 comments:
This is hilarious. I'm picturing the boxy car as uncle Wilbur's old jeep/bronco/whatever it was. And I can totally picture everything in your dream. Very clearly.
You did't mess with the chalkboard hallway did you? Regan was probably just annoyed with the sheep herding during his commute.
always a fan when you blog. allllwwaaaaaaaysssss. and make these dreams alive. UTAH!
mooooooooove closer. I love these dreams since we casually think about remodeling my grandma's house. I'll have to learn to cook bread so the house smells right though.
I have definitely tried to figure out how I could make that house work for my family (especially living in a similar sized house right now). The built-in storage is genius, and the enormous yard would be fabulous and the sight, sound, and smell of Grandpa drying apricots into little shriveled husks makes me feel like I'm going to melt into a pile of happy.
This was really nice. I got all nostalgic and sort of wanted to meet you in either city and raise our kids. Will you raise my kids for me?
"he'd be fine after his first summer of baseball" haha. i always love a post from kakie. makes me miss u lots.
Katie, you made me laugh and cry. Maybe your kids will feel that way about 1950 Spring Lake?
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