unconventional lake house

I always wanted to live on a lake. Not on the shore but bobbing among the waves. I’d envision a floating device under my home and rowing to shore for groceries and parties. I’d float around town until I brought to where I needed to be. I’d spend my days swimming and sun bathing. And when the lake would freeze I’d have a skating rink in my back yard. This dream was all consuming, I’d plan my life around this unconventional lake house, picturing a family booming with life and love. My kids would have the party house and it would always be full of sound whether it was laughter or outside voiced that made their way in, it was mine. That was until I mentioned it to my brother, ‘That’s so stupid, it would never work’ the words rang in my ears, poking holes in my hypothetical home sinking it to the bottom of the lake. It grows algae and the fish live out my dream starting family and living without a care in the world. But I care, or at least I did, maybe I just thought I did? I say I never cared so much I’m not sure If I ever did. But I know somewhere in my mind there’s a little girl with blueprints she’s proud of, I miss her.