I was that typical little girl who always dreamed of having Barbie’s dream house in real life. You know the hot pink mansion with the convertible out front a swimming pool in the back and a closet that stretched for miles. If someone could have put that dream house on the beach then my dream could have been complete.
Then I grew up and things and my dreams started becoming a little more realistic. The mansion would have been way too much to clean so how about just a 2700 square foot home and a BMW X3 instead of the convertible. You know, for the kids.
The sad reality is that for a while I had all of these things. I had the home and the BMW, and I was miserable. I was in a love-less relationship in a city I hated and a car that I was too afraid to drive in traffic.
I look back at my 25 year old self and laugh. All of those material possessions that I wanted, got my nowhere in my life.
Now, in my 30’s (*gasp*), I live in a small French town in a 2 bedroom apartment that is smaller than my first home’s downstairs area. We have only one car and I find myself walking half of the time (okay maybe ¼ of the time), and you know something – I’m happy.
We have everything we could possibly be need to be happy.
Could we have bought a much bigger home – yes. Could we have bought that second car – yes. Could I have bought that Louis Vuitton that screamed my name in Italy – yes. But all of those things wouldn’t have made me any happier.
It truly is about the simple things.
A man who loves me and who takes amazing care of his family.
A son who always kisses me in the morning even if he is in a grumpy mood.
A roof over our heads and food on the table.
A happy home that is filled with laughter and love.
And a grocery store that now carries Philadelphia cream cheese and peanut butter.
And those things mean so much more to me than my BMW ever did. It truly is just about the simple things in life.
Submitted as part of Mama Kat's writing workshop.