Like most people who get to be my age, I have lived in a dozen houses, and I was excited about every one of them. Each one was the source of a dream. A dream of new beginnings, new experiences, a new life. A dream of a new home. Every one was cared for and loved. But some places do not work out. Life happens. Timing is not always right. Some homes, business, hopes, and dreams no longer fit. Those places get left behind. They are not kept up; not attended to. Now, do they wait for a new dream? Or, do they wait for time and nature to bring it to an end? These places are in limbo. Personally, I'm hoping they become part of a new dream.