Last time I spoke, I spoke about finding my voice. I described to you the difficulties I have faced, and my hereditary family silence. Today I will speak to you about dreams.
I have always been a dreamer. My father came home with a diary once from a trip that he had taken, he said he bought it in China town.
It was beautiful, it had a shiny green cover embossed with different symbols and the paper was patterned with catfish and boats.
What I held in my hands was to me a glimpse into another world and I dreamed of parasols and china dolls as though someone had transported me into another world.
I was not content with dreams though, I turned many of my dreams into reality.
By brother Daniel, just 18 months younger than I was my traveling companion in the land of dreams. We sailed the high seas out in the snake-pit on a section of bush pushed down by some planks.
We built our own carnival, with bean bag toss, pinball machine and rides in sleeping bags down the stairs.
It's a good thing my parents never really knew what we got up to.
We built a boat out of 2x4's and plywood, which never got to the river, but it did serve as the platform to our rope swing.
As an adult I have fallen into the void at times, where no dreams can surface, that is when I have been facing my reality and fighting for a place in the world. I've been fighting the demon foe called poverty, and burnished the sword of determination to finish school.
A tiny sliver of a dream surfaced after I was done though, a little bit of a leftover dream from my scheme of a grand and beautiful house. A place to record music, a place to sing, a place of literature, a place to dream.
So when I found myself in the position of needing a new home. I put my feelers out and had my real estate agent send me links to affordable places. Suddenly, in the middle of Year End turmoil a link to a condo with 2,200 sq ft. came through.
I pulled it up and as I flipped through the photos my heart sang. A tiny backyard for a garden, a room for each of my kids and 3 bathrooms, a large living room and family room and then, the bonus room. I knew what that would be for.
I went that night to see the place, and it was exactly as I had hoped. I walked through each room until I found the bonus room and there it was, the large walk in closet, there I would build a voiceover booth. In the rest of the room a dance studio for my son.
Why, you might ask would I want such a thing? Dear friends I don't know, I could tell you my youngest brother is a sound engineer and was very happy I built this booth.
But that was not the reason, not really, the reason is that it is a part of a dream and I need to have a place to dream.