My house will be like my life.
Since I’m huge on books, it must have a huge library. And, knowing myself, I’d accumulate more books than I already have so I have to have a lot of space for that.
The kitchen must be explosion-proof. I experiment a lot in the kitchen. My friends, especially my best friend, could attest to that. While my experiments are a mix of hits and misses, I bear with each one. And I’ve always proceeded with caution. Or that is what I say to myself and what I tell them.
Windows must let in a great amount of sunlight but must also keep away the unsightly stares of the neighbors. I never liked it when I catch them trying to get a look inside our house from outside.
How about a sun room? Maybe not.
A garden would really be nice. Granted I have yet to discover that I inherited the family’s green thumb. But before I get to lost in what could be a forest—if there is going to be a garden—then I’d like a maze. Or even a labyrinth! And a secret passage or two.
Plus, to make things even more fun, there must be swings: one inside, one outside. And a slide and a pole somewhere in the house, for when you don’t feel like using the stairs or just want to feel like a kid again.
Oh, and an infinity pool!