Whether we consciously or subconsciously dream, sometimes we put things out into the universe without really focusing on it too much. I am reminded of this every day when I look at a picture included here in this post. In August 1987, I drew this picture, which at that time had less meaning than it does today. (On a side note, thanks to my beloved Grandparents who kept this drawing for 23 years and returned it back to me. My mom then framed it and I hung it proudly on the wall). It's a simple drawing of a house. As a young girl, I had a dream about my own house from the age of 6 or 7. I knew what I wanted back then but wasn’t focused on the how (just yet anyway). My sights were set on the dream, the end result... and I put that dream to paper.