Help me with my dream

Our house has been for sale for five weeks now. This process all started because of my dream. I want to be the house where the kids come for good, clean, safe, fun. I want to be the house where there is room for all. A game of pool, maybe, a group of girls singing to the karoke machine, people gathered in my kitchen, around the table, while loud football games are being played on television. I want the hustle and bustle of young people having a good time and all the while knowing there is plenty of food, fun, acceptance and fellowship available between the walls. Okay, so you are saying, you have a house now, why won't it work? I have a vision, don't you get it? I see the floor plan I need for the openess. I see the room for the pool table. I see the kitchen where I won't be shut off from the activity. I see the windows to look outside. I see the backyard with privacy for cook-outs, prom breakfasts, deer walking across, good times with neighbors. I can see it all. I can feel this dream down to my toes. Is it wrong to want this? I don't want a mansion. I want a palace of love, fun, fellowship, welcomes on the door, girls giggling late at night after cheering at a game, young men asking for a glass of my famous sweet tea, and cheeseburgers cooked for the hungry. I believe in this dream. I believe someone will come and purchase my house. It is a good house that we have enjoyed and made many memories. I see the road to a place for my dreams. I believe we can get there it is calling for us to come make a new home.