So The Ravishing Mrs. TB bought the first thing for moving to The Ranch.
She is recently returned from points abroad and bought herself an extravagance while she was away: a hand knotted rug (agreeing with the rule, of course, that one should always buy at least one extravagance when one travels overseas). It is lovely and colorful and being handmade, supporting a local industry (which I am all for).
When displaying it to Nighean Gheal, she made the comment "I thought the color would go well with the carpet at The Ranch".
My heart jumped at this statement - not because it is not something that that we have not discussed, but because it has always been a theoretical thought for "some time" out there.
As I have alluded to earlier this week, I have found myself a bit disjointed and out of sorts, not feeling at all as if I belong anywhere - or really everywhere. Disjointed enough that I seem to have little if any focus or energy for anything. But my wife saying this settled a thing in my mind, not just a "it will happen someday" but "it really is going to happen someday". (The corollary, of course, being "so get started").
Maybe magic carpets, which convey us to far off destinations, really do exist.