I have a few little dreams for the future. And then I have a few huge, over-the-top, maybe never going to happen but I'd be ecstatic if they did, dreams as well. Today I thought it'd be fun to talk about one of those big dreams.
Keith and I did not spend our honeymoon on a beach or cruise ship. We were on an island and there was dancing, some mixed drinks and plenty of sightseeing. Instead of the typical honeymoons most young people take, we flew to Iceland and spent a week exploring Reykjavik and the countryside. We went to art museums, walked for miles, ate amazing food (langoustine!), rode Icelandic ponies, walked along a waterfall, swam in hot springs, saw a geyser and volcanoes, and fell in love with the island.
And the crazy big dream that we've had ever since is to one day own a small, modern cabin near the ocean, between Reykjavik and Snaefellsness, that we can stay in during the summers and rent out the rest of the year. Of course we realize this is a far-fetched dream. I'm not trying to say we'll ever necessarily be able to afford a second home. But Iceland is a more affordable country and they are currently trying to encourage more foreigners buying land/homes to help with tourism and encourage more visitors to the island, so maybe just maybe it could become a reality.
Sometimes late at night, I draw floor plans in my head and envision what our summer home might look like. On weekends, from time to time I'll look through realty sites and see what land is currently listed for there. And then I pin pictures of modern designs, I never used to be drawn to, on my Pinterest board of our "dream home(s)" and hope that one day soon we get to visit that lovely place again.
I picture an one or two-story cabin with large glass windows that look out on the ocean, a back porch with a hot tub fed by local hot springs (very popular to Icelanders), and an open floor plan for hosting family and friends we convince to fly over and check out the island. I don't need a lot of space, just a well laid-out plan that utilizes every nook and cranny.
I picture wooden floors throughout and concrete walls with solar heating and cooling systems. I envision shopping in Reykjavik and cooking with local seafood and poultry. I envision one or two bedrooms and a bathroom downstairs with sparse furnishings but comfortable beds and built-in bunk beds for hosting plenty of guests. And then a private lofted master bedroom and bathroom upstairs with a reading nook and space for Keith to work on his screenplays and films during our summer visits.
It's a big, crazy dream and may never become a reality but it's fun nonetheless to think about from time to time. And even if we don't own a modern cabin in Iceland some day, Keith and I will certainly be returning here in the future. There are only a few places I've traveled thus far where I felt like I left a small piece of my heart behind. Iceland is one of those and will always feel like home to me, with or without a summer residence.