The Long Road Home to Here
WOW reading this i would like to report a Miracle. Yes.
In December, I was told that I had a chunk of money coming through my mother from my grandmother who had passed away more than a year previous. I had never expected anything like this to come out of the sky and i put that money aside to be a down payment for a house in Bozeman, out of the raft company basement where we had been living since 2003!
Wow! We started shopping around.
Lots happened in the first month including a newspaper article that was written about how we had laughable dreams of what we were going to get in this market for the money we were willing to spend. I used Law of Attraction to visualize my perfect house and i wrote a list of criteria i wanted the house to have. In-town, yard, with a character and spirit, and healthy in the bones...
We looked at many houses but nothing had the feeling. One day, after a house we had wanted went under contract - i got so frustrated. i had to do some magic! I asked for a dream. Please show me a dream that will help me get my love house.
I dreamed that night that i asked our lawyer, a trusted advisor, where to get river levels for the madison so i could go there. who should i call, Mr Gallik? Brian Gallik. He was there and he stood above me and said
"Sarah Vowell, Sarah Vowell, Sarah Vowell" over and over again.
i wrote her name down over and over again.
A few days later, we were looking at houses.
We saw a cute blue one that needed a lot of repairs. It was an antique. There were photos on the wall of Owen, the only grandchild. And Photos of Sarah and Amy as kids. And all Sarah Vowell's books. And the gunshop in the back that i heard about on this American Life a few years ago. Its all here
We bought the house.
We live here in Sarah Vowells house.
I have lead myself back to a place that was real in its virtual-ness that it lives as a part of me through other peoples lives that i remember and assimilate into the me that i perceive, obviously in a completely unique way
can we ever really understand each other or is it just me?
In December, I was told that I had a chunk of money coming through my mother from my grandmother who had passed away more than a year previous. I had never expected anything like this to come out of the sky and i put that money aside to be a down payment for a house in Bozeman, out of the raft company basement where we had been living since 2003!
Wow! We started shopping around.
Lots happened in the first month including a newspaper article that was written about how we had laughable dreams of what we were going to get in this market for the money we were willing to spend. I used Law of Attraction to visualize my perfect house and i wrote a list of criteria i wanted the house to have. In-town, yard, with a character and spirit, and healthy in the bones...
We looked at many houses but nothing had the feeling. One day, after a house we had wanted went under contract - i got so frustrated. i had to do some magic! I asked for a dream. Please show me a dream that will help me get my love house.
I dreamed that night that i asked our lawyer, a trusted advisor, where to get river levels for the madison so i could go there. who should i call, Mr Gallik? Brian Gallik. He was there and he stood above me and said
"Sarah Vowell, Sarah Vowell, Sarah Vowell" over and over again.
i wrote her name down over and over again.
A few days later, we were looking at houses.
We saw a cute blue one that needed a lot of repairs. It was an antique. There were photos on the wall of Owen, the only grandchild. And Photos of Sarah and Amy as kids. And all Sarah Vowell's books. And the gunshop in the back that i heard about on this American Life a few years ago. Its all here
We bought the house.
We live here in Sarah Vowells house.
I have lead myself back to a place that was real in its virtual-ness that it lives as a part of me through other peoples lives that i remember and assimilate into the me that i perceive, obviously in a completely unique way
can we ever really understand each other or is it just me?
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