I dream of houses like I dream of shoes.Someday, my husband and I will get this lot somewhere in the mountains where we can grow our own produce, invite people for dinner parties with no problem with parking. I want to have a big yard with a garden and thick grass where my kids can play. No tall buildings standing one another so close you can’t feel the breeze brushing in your face. I want a place where we can watch the sunset together. With just the sound of birds and crickets chirping. No angry taxi drivers yelling on top of their lungs.
I love houses with high ceilings, rustic-wood interiors, minimal furnitures. I like a house that smells like freshly baked cookies.