Misha's Strange Wonderings

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Thursday, February 24, 2005

Dream House

Tonight, my mother and I were discussing my dream house. I don't remember how the subject came up, but it did. If I could design the perfect house for myself, what would it be like.

The answer came pretty easily. Four bedrooms, five actually, but I'll explain in a few minutes. Mainly because in the perfect fantasy life I'd have three children, a boy and then two girls. I don't know if it will happen, if it can happen, but that's the fantasy number. Fantasy rarely has anything to do with reality, at least in my experience.

A big roomy kitchen. Lots of counter space and enough room for a table and some chairs, btu the dining room would be seperate, though connected. But the space wouldn't be open, I've never really liked that, I don't think you should be able to see the dirty dishes from the dining room.

A living room and a playroom for the children. Also a basement that could be used as a bar/rec area. Put a TV down there, maybe a pool table. A place where the adults can hang out, but the chilren can be comfortable too.

Four bathrooms. Yes, a little excessive, and possibly a plumming nightmare. But I hate sharing a bathroom. I want one in the basement, since if people are drinking then they shouldn't stumble up stairs, one on the main level, and two upstairs. One attached to the master bedroom and one near the other three bedrooms, that the children could share.

I've always loved the old houses that have the nursery connected to the master bedroom, so I'd want to do that, and have it small enough that, as my mother pointed out, I could alwyas convert it to a really big closet later when the children were older. I have a lot of clothes, after all. I just think it's convient and I like the idea.

Lots of windows. Window seats. A moderate sized yard, fenced in, and facing the kitchen, so I could cook dinner and keep an eye on the kids at the same time. At least one big, climbing tree, though I'd live in fear of broken bones, because it does happen and it hurts lke Hell. A swing and maybe a playhouse.

Definitly a two-car garage, one that connects to the house because winter gets really, really cold. Sliding glass doors somewhere, but a nice big roomy porch. And a deck or patio, one with a chair-swing.

I'm not sure where this house would be located. I want to say somwhere where there are people, malls, and delivery. But another part of me, wonders if I would be happy raising children anywhere but the country. So the house has no location, it's just fantasy after all.

Because when I think of this house, I think of the life I'd lead when I lived in it. The husbanbd who has no name or face, but is there. Three children. A boy named for my father, though I can't picture him all that clear--maybe because I havne't found the man who'll his remsemble, yet. Then a girl, Katherine Elizabeth, who looks like me, but dark like my mother. The youngest is another girl, withut a name and with vague features, I think she's a blend, but I can only pick out hte parts that look like me.

I'd stay at home until the youngest was in school, if it was finacially feasible, and since this is a fantasy, it is. We'd have a cat, because I'm really not a dog person, and I can't tell you anything else. Just the basic parts of my fantasy future, the one one that probably won't come to pass. At least not the way I envision it now. Because it never does and there are things working against it.

But, really, that's half the fun. The reality will probably be something entirely different, but that's okay. We take what life gives us. Still, it's nice to dream, so I ask of all of you, what's your dream house like? Does it surprise you a little when you really think about it? Do you imagine the life that would go with it?

Because, I know I do.

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