Just a House, That's All

There's this song by the Animal Collective that came out last summer called "My Girls." It's basically about this guy's desire to provide a simple living for his family, for his girls. While the timing and the source of the message are a little irritating-I don't need a rich hipster to tell me, the poor unemployed father, that it's really the simple things that matter in life-I relate to the sentiment:

There isn't much that I feel I need

A solid soul and the blood I bleed

But with a little girl, and by my spouse,

I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things

Or to take part in the freshest wave,

But to provide for mine who ask

I will, with heart, on my father's grave

Nice, right?

When I'm not thinking about finding a job, I usually think about owning a house to raise a family in. Nothing big. Nothing opulent. Just a nice house with a yard that I can take of, and a garage that I can work in. The yard will have incredibly groomed grass so the kids can run around barefoot with the dog, whose name will probably be Karl, or Bruce. The garage will have a work station for my bike stuff, and a big bench for my other projects. It will smell like gasoline and wood, and the kids can come in whenever they want to help me do things.

The day when we own a house will come. I'm sure it will. I'm just itching for it to be here sooner rather than later.