Greg and I talk about living in India one day, if God wills.  So this is me doing a little daydreaming about our Indian home.  Textiles, artistic tile, exposed wood, oddly shaped rooms, slanted ceilings, kilim rugs, real color, Greg driving a rickshaw, our kids running around barefoot, frothy cardamom ginger tea, having a wooden front door that creaks, hot crispy dosas every morning with little metal bowls overflowing and clinking with sambar + chutney.  Hmmm… yes, I could get used to this.