When I tried on my wedding dress, I knew that it was perfect. My face lit up. I could feel my smile muscles working. I got butterflies thinking about the 'big' day. I had walked through a dozen of wedding dress shops. Probably tried on a hundred dresses. And I finally found it! The dress had no sleeves and was 3 times too big. I knew it had to go through same major alterations, yet at the same time I knew it had potential and therefore was perfect.
We have been looking for homes to live in for months now. We have been walking into homes for weeks. I just keep waiting for my 'perfect' home. The home that I know I could raise a family in for years and be happy. The home that I walk into and feel like it is home. The home that I see potential in.
I haven't found it yet. I'm beginning to lose hope.
