Needs, wants, freedom, survival, stuff...

So today my Dad and I took a drive to look at a possible new car for me. My dad has to go with me because, well, my lack of knowledge for automobiles is so pathetic it's impressive. Ultimately, I will live somewhere where I don't have to drive and I can walk, ride a bike, or rely on public transportation. Of course there are a couple of cute old school rides I wouldn't mind owning... ;)

My dad and I drove about a half an hour away to Steve's (the car seller's) house. He seemed like a genuinely, truthful, nice guy. My dad and I ended up staying there talking to him for a couple of hours. We went for a drive and he told us some about his wife and three daughters. He said his wife is a dance teacher and his daughters are similar to mine and my sister's ages.. Steve was pretty funny too. So, I liked the car, nothing fancy, just something to drive around for a while. Anyway he took us into his garage where we could chat. This man had a garage that my dad envied soooo much, not that he would ever say that, but I knew. This garage was fabulous! Steve told us he built it himself. It was bigger than the home my parents and I live in now. The room was decorated with his fishing equipment, and lots of other tools and toys that I won't pretend to know the names of. Turns out he and my dad have loooooooooots in common. Steve was in his fifties or so, same age as my dad. When my dad had to run to the men's room, Steve told me he wanted to show me something.

I had no idea there was an upstairs to his garage, because of the convenient and secretive way he constructed it. This could totally be a story that takes a weird an awful turn right here, but it's not. :) I followed him upstairs to find an enormous dance studio that he built for his wife. I was stunned!!! First, I had no idea there was an upstairs, and then second to see something so beautiful. The room had windows that looked out into the water too. siiiiigh. I just couldn't hide my wide eyes and I kept telling him how wonderful it was for him to have done that.

I'm not sure why it touched me so much... I think it's because the older I am getting I'm starting to notice the little (big) things that make relationships work. I just can't tell you how much I loved the idea of this. Metaphorically the idea of this garage is just as beautiful as it is physically. They have their home which is cool and then they have their little private escape room away from the house where they can go be free and do what makes them happy. Best of all, they are still together!!!!! He's downstairs building doing his thing and she is upstairs dancing her heart out, but they are still together under one roof. It just made me so happy that I can't stop listening to Patsy Cline. haha. I know that makes no sense.

Maybe it made me so happy because I know that it's possible. My parents would be so beyond happy with a place like that. My dad, similarly to Steve, would be building stuff downstairs and my mom could paint and stuff upstairs. When I have the money to afford a garage, I will totally have that built for them. If I ever do get married, I would totally want a little escape place like that too for my artmaking/dancing/whatever and my hubby would have his space too. Well, married or not, I want one. ha. I think it's important to have a spot you can run too to be free. Maybe we all should feel "free" every second no matter where the place we are. Yea, that sounds good.

Also, I really realized on the drive back with my dad how I have to be with someone who is mechanically savvy. I'm not at all unless I have to be... I suppose this goes back to all of those theories about women wanting men for survival reasons. I'm not agreeing with all of it, but some of it makes sense. I totally want to be with someone who knows how to take care of himself without modern crap. Someone who can build from scratch if he needed to.... There are lots of theories about women wanting men that they can feel financially secure with. Fuck that, if you have the deep rooted skills that's all that matters. Someone who can survive out in the woods if he needs to. Oh man, such a turn on to me. I want a city boy with a country heart. :)

Oh Patsy, you were really great. Feel that emotion coming out...:)