Dream homes are the stuff we imagine as the perfect places to live.
What we imagine would be the perfect place to live doesn't always turn out that way though. For instance, I thought that I would love to live in a two-story house. When we moved to Germany, we did have a two-story house, and I got tired of going up and down those stairs a zillion times a day.
I thought I would like to have 2 1/2 bathrooms. When we finally had a house with 2 1/2 bathrooms, that just meant more toilets to scrub. I thought I wanted a house at the end of a cul-de-sac, but that just meant the neigbhorhood kids congregated there to play and make noise at all ungodly hours.
Don't get me wrong, I still think that my house in Germany was the nicest, biggest house I ever lived in. It's just how the old saying goes, "The grass is always greener..."
That lesson taught me that I can make a house my "dream house" even if I don't think it's ideal at the time. Whenever I think about the flaws in my current home, I think back to the house in Germany. Even that house wasn't perfect, yet it was still homey and cozey. I can focus on making my current house a homey, cozy home where I make more fond memories.
(But I would love a house on a level lot, a bigger kitchen, more natural sunlight, bigger bathrooms, etc. In the meantime, I need to be content with what the Lord has given me. Then, if I ever do get the "house of my dreams," it will be even more sublime.)