Those overalls I covet

I have a fiction of my life, or more aptly, my home.  I see me inhabiting a small dwelling.  I have a porch with swing, and comfy chairs, tables for tea cups and water glasses.  A space to gather together.
I have shade trees to cool the porch.  I also have a sunny yard for a garden full of vegetables herbs and flowers.  I can see myself working and puttering in the garden and the hoop house ready for winter crops.
The rooms are rich with sunlight, and full of books and comfy chairs.  We have a great table for folks to share scrumptious meals and play fun games.  This is the life I dream of, I aspire to.  Right now it feels unattainable fiction.  I lived it before. Will I live it again?