You guys, I have a secret dream. I would do anything to run away to Scotland, buy a giant, old, decrepit building, and turn it into something wonderful. A gorgeous boutique hotel, that I could decorate with warm, red tartan and 12 foot sparkly Christmas trees this time of the year. A place where I could live with my family (and our two Scottish Wolfhounds, because I would have two – Reg and Mac) and work with some great people. An inn that would be so cozy and a breakfast cafe where Jon could show off his mad breakfast skills.
I even have a building and a name picked out: Corstorphine Abbey. I think about this a lot.
What’s your secret dream?