I lost count of how many times I dreamed of this reality. The dreams were so real I would often wake crying, wanting to go home. I can still rewind to the exact moment I learned that this house would be lost in foreclosure. I remember exactly how it felt to think of never calling this home again....... To be here again, to call this home again, to be in this house, this neighborhood, to look out at my beautiful cove, to chat with neighbors I have known my whole life, to share it all with my children.....To wake up to this reality now, everyday....There are not words to really touch the feelings with. Losing this home before, left a hole in my heart, it changed me. There was much bitterness that came seeping into that hole in my heart. Over time I got better at pretending it didn't hurt anymore. The hole that was in my heart is healing. I can feel the bitterness getting escorted out by smiles and good memories. My heart is shining again. I can look out at the beautiful cove from almost every window in my house, even from my pillow. I can feel my grandmother's presence here and it is a peaceful feeling I have missed greatly. This is the stuff fairy tales are made of. I have weathered the storm, for 12 years, and I would do it all again just to come home.