171/365 Getting What You Want

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll talk in present tenses

We wanted a house, or some sort of home, where our friends and family could feel welcome any time. We wanted hospitality, a place of refuge when needed, of happiness, shared sorrow, nothing flashy, nothing that would make anyone envious of us. We didn't talk specifics at that point fourteen years ago, just this vague notion that we wanted to be a stop on other people's journeys.

It was all in future tense--we were living in a crappy apartment on south Grand, I didn't have a job yet, we were both looking down a very narrow telescope that wasn't yet focused. There was a lot of real life stuff we had to get done before we could seriously consider this.

I would like to think I am talking in present tenses now.