The things I want from the farm house aren't tangible. How can they not understand? I want dancing for hours in the living room; pool shenanigans with Danielle; stories at the dinner table; kitchen baseball with Brea and Casey; locking myself in my room with a new cd; late night horror movies with Regina; playing in the front yard with my nieces and nephews; the comfort of knowing my brother is in the next room; spooning my Baby Bear.
So, no, I don't want the table and chair set from when I was six or my junior high dance team jacket. Those things don't hold any meaning for me. They're just things.