Dreaming Is Free

I have house envy. Bad. Really bad.

This house perched right on Blackwattle Bay, well, I dream of it being mine the way a fashionista dreams of acquiring that elusive piece of Chanel couture or a cake-anista dreams of being the one who always gets the last piece of triple chocolate fudge cake.

When I was younger I dreamt of marrying Paul Weller, the singer from British band The Jam. That didn’t happen which is probably just as well because it seems he’s a bit of a grumpy person – artistically temperamental – so we would probably have fought all the time anyway.Ā  The thing is with Paul Weller I knew deep down I wasn’t going to marry him. I mean, I’m not completely delusional and eventually I let go of learning to sign my last name as Weller; but I can’t let go of my house envy. I’ve got it bad for that house and that ain’t good.

I picture myself looking out of the top floor window where I would have a spectacular view of the bridge and all the boats I love as well as sitting on the balcony sipping home made lemonade (possibly with a little alcoholic flavour boost) while giving a bit of a royal wave to anyone who passed by.

Logically, I know the only way I will get this house is if I get a sugar daddy (and at this stage I would even settle for a sugar mummy) or if I win the lottery. Incidentally, did you know the odds of winning Powerball are 27, 489,577 to one?

I actually have more chance of being injured by my toilet bowl cleaner at 173,972 to one or going to prison this year at 139 to one. I might pull an ace out of a deck of cards at 13 to one or pick the trifecta in a horse race at 1716 to one but I’m more likely to hire a sleazy lawyer at 8 to one or be an Australian living in Melbourne or Sydney at 2.6 to one.

(Odds from Lottery Odds.)

I think the odds are stacked against me. I think I might just have to face facts and admit the house on the bay will never be mine. It’s hard. House envy is a difficult thing to get over.

At least dreaming is free.

23 thoughts on “Dreaming Is Free”

  1. Once upon a time, I had house envy, and several years later, I moved into that house. Of course, it looked nothing like the house on the bay you lust after. It was 130 years old, half the windows wouldn’t open and I KNOW there was something scary in the basement. But like the lottery guys in New York say in their ads, “Hey, you never know.” So maybe you should start practicing that royal wave in the mirror. Ask some little girl to show you… they all know how.

    Oh, and as for the lottery? I think your odds are better than mine. I read that my odds of winning the lottery are only just slightly better than if I’d never been born.

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    1. Oh, Patti, I am laughing at your odds of winning the lottery. That is hilarious. But how fabulous that you were able to move into a house you had house envy for. I am so pleased you did and it makes me think that some dreams can come true. I will practise my royal wave just in case šŸ˜‰

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  2. Move over on that balcony Sel, my house envy level lately is getting even worse. I think it’s so much harder to rent when you’ve owned your own homes in the past, as we both can relate to, right? I’m in a very cranky mood today, all about $$$$ and your post sure hit home. I love the house in the photo. I hate that we are both still out in the rain, looking in. šŸ˜¦

    Great post, even though it made me sad. G

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    1. Awww, Geraldine, I’m sorry to make you sad. I’m sure you’ll get your house one day. I have house envy for this house in a silly way, really. I mean, the starting price on it would be at least three to four million dollars. Totally out of my league. It’s nice to dream, though. šŸ˜€

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  4. Last week, I saw a lovely art deco place overlooking the bay in Grange over Sands. Alas, it already had a ‘Sold’ sign up.

    The thing was, I could easily have afforded it if I sold my present place … but I don’t want to. Funny, isn’t it?

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  5. i have or had but it hasnt been dreamed on for a while, my “dreamboard”. a technique well recommended by the many “you can manifest it” gurus.
    on the wall back of the studio, where i can stick pics up with thumbtacks.
    there, are images of many lovely dreamhouses. my fave is one with a huge porch overlooking a river. also there are pics of a toyota fj cruiser ha ha.
    i like your dream house a lot. i look around at my dishevelled livingroom with two enormous cages, the sickrooms as needed for the shelter cats, which block the view pretty much of everything, so you have to sit close to the tv if you want to watch. but the picture window opens a view out into the wind and wild world. i think i’ll keep my dreams going, after all, it’s really 50-50 when it comes down to it. keep your dreams, they are beautiful.

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    1. To have a window that opens into the wild world seems dreamlike and amazing to me. It is good to keep our dreams going because they often cause other things to manifest which are often things that suit us more than the things we are dreaming of. You keep your dreams too. They are just as beautiful!

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  6. My house is quite small. My kids tended to visit other people’s houses. But we all really love my house because it’s cozy and has our three indoor cats. I envy people who have a beach house. I would love to have a small cottage on Cape Cod. It’s not the same renting places. I think I’d be healthier and walk more. But I really, really, hate the two hour drive to get there and having to time it against traffic so it’s not a six hour drive. But I know what you mean about the envy. My chances of winning the lottery are even smaller than the number you cited since I don’t even buy lottery tickets. I do worry a lot about my toilet bowl cleaner, though.

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    1. Isn’t that hilarious about the toilet bowl cleaner? It makes me wonder how people became injured from it. Did they swallow it? Did they snort it? Did their hand get stuck under the rim of the bowl and they couldn’t free themselves unless they dislocated a shoulder? I’d love to know. It seems such a bizarre way to get injured. The world is a wacky place!

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  7. When one has a phobic imagination, one needs put no effort into coming up with 101 ways your toilet bowl cleaner could injure you. Just one that quickly comes to mind: it has chlorine and you had just recently scrubbed the toilet with ammonia because you are an idiot. Results: Being overcome by toxic chlorine gas. I’m telling you, I could go on and on. I just have this thing in general about bathrooms and death. I’ll add it to my future post list.

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    1. You have cracked me up so much with this. If you did mix toilet bowl cleaner with ammonia you could actually die from it. What a way to go. It probably happens more than you think. I cannot wait to read your post about it šŸ˜€

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  8. *erupts in giggles* Oh Selma! I also practised signing my name… how we lived in such dream worlds before being confronted by reality! Sometimes dreams can and do come true, maybe not exactly as you imagined though! I loved your ‘…even a sugar mommy…’ bwahahaha!

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    1. That’s what desperation does, Adeeyoyo. I would gladly take on a sugar mummy for that house. Hahaha. I have no shame….

      I love it that you used to sign your name too. That is priceless šŸ˜†

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    1. Can you believe some of the facts? Hilarious. I had no idea. To think I have a greater chance of going to prison than I do of winning the lottery seems unbelievable. What a crazy old world :mrgreen:

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  11. Hi Selma,
    It is a lovely looking house, it would be interesting to know the history of this one, it does look like it may have been built in the late 1800’s maybe. I love looking at houses like this, and often wonder what they are actually like on the inside.

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    1. I had a look at the Council records, Mags and it was built in 1860. I would love to see it inside. I’m sure the views are fabulous. Maybe one day I can convince the owner to let me have a look!

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  12. Bwahahahaha – love those odds! I get house envy as well, especially when I watch Grand Design on ABC1 – living in Sydney must be particularly difficult for sufferers of house envy (all those lovely houses overlooking the harbour).

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    1. There are some gorgeous places on the Harbour, for sure. Totally out of my league. I hope the people who live in them truly appreciate them.

      The odds are hilarious aren’t they? Life can take a bizarre turn sometimes!

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