I don’t know what made me think of it today, but I found myself googling converted barns and I found this site. Oh my god. Converted barns all over Europe. Like, for instance, this one. How cool would that be? In a similar vein, I think living in a converted church (like friends of Mom’s who I couldn’t name if you put a gun to my head), would be awesomesauce. (I saw one the other day at Desire to Inspire.) (That site makes me happy and sad and wistful and jealous all at the same time.)
Why can’t we be crazy rich? I’d do good things with my money, I promise! With all my free time and much of my money, I’d pay extra taxes and volunteer at hospitals and give blood all the time and start foundations to help the homeless and the starving and the dyslexic and the diseased. And on the side, I’d live in really cool houses and travel a lot. Angelina Jolie does it. I totally would.
That was not my point when I started. I’d like to live in a converted barn. And I’d raise my hypothetical, non-existent kids in a barn. Because that would be awesome.