This is where I want to live –
I must have driven past this church 93 times before I saw it. In my defense, it doesn’t look like this from the road. It’s on the top of a hill and is surrounded with cypress trees that obscure the building.
I noticed it one day this winter and have been meaning to go and look at it ever since. Today I did.
My imagination is completely engaged –
I want this building. I want to convert it.
Of course I don’t know who owns it, or whether they want to sell it, or if I could get planning permission. There’s no electricity and I didn’t see a well …
… and I don’t have any money to buy a church …
But these are just details. In my mind, it’s already mine.