Wish list

When I was a kid catalogs use to come to the house. JC Penny, Montgomery Wards, Macy's, and Sear's to name a few. We would sit down with a pen or pencil and mark up the pages with the things that we would put into our house. Once a pages was marked it was ours and no one else could have it. We would start at the beginning and work our way to the end. Clothing, home furnishings, dishes, baby items and bathroom accessaries. The book would keep out attention for weeks. We would go back and negotiate for items, plan and re plan, find items we missed in our excitement the first 10 times through.

I miss those days of wonder. The days when I was young and believed that ANYTHING was possible. And then recently it happened again. I saw an Ikea catalog, and I thought about being a little girl... But this time it is different. This time I am starting over and I do need things.

When my husband and I separated I left our home to go to my moms. My husband moved into a new home and our home was broken into and damaged. OK it was TRASHED! My home was filled with homeless people, they took our front door, and anything of value. What was not of value was destroyed. I was left with nothing but the few items I had taken when I left. Everything else was lost..

When I made the decision to return to my home I was asked did I want to go through the things that were left to see if I could salvage anything... I declined. I did not look back. EVERYthing was removed. And I felt that in time I would be able to start anew.

And that takes me back to the Ikea catalog. I saw it and remembered what it felt like to dream and make a wish list... I sat down with a pen and marker and I wished... I circled and highlighted. I ooowwwedddd and awwwweeeddd. I felt like a kid in a ice cream shop, and it was wonderful.

I found hope again,  excitement, and joy. YES I have nothing but that is a great thing because NOW I can have something NEW!!!