I am missing my house......

Especially the kitchen....

and the all the windows that kept everything brite.....

California is beautiful.  The beach is wonderful. So many things to do (of which we haven't just yet) Wish I could have transplanted the house.  But that would make life too perfect.  And if you have  a perfect life, then you are dull. Things happen so that life stays interesting.  I wish for perfection..... but if it actually happened then I would become like a stagnant pond.  Never doing anything.....Never moving or evolving..... and just breeding mosquito's (-: 

Since moving the house isn't going to happen.  Then it just needs to be taken, so I can continue on with my life here. (and do those things, of which we just haven't yet....)