Meh, slow morning here. I've been thinking about future plans a lot, which I don't do often (not much point, I find) because I figured it would be lovely to have a dream to indulge in sometimes about what I'd like to be doing in, say, ten years' time. I would like to be able to buy a little house, just for myself, with a beautiful kitchen with a window out into the garden, and a separate studio and bedroom, with lots of well-designed storage space so I can have one very tidy room to wake up in and a reasonably tidy one to work in. And an attic, to store things I don't want to see all the time. And a basement, to have a real laundry room. - I used to think the best way to get a house was to get a boyfriend who can pay half the money but I soon realised that that means you have to actually let them live there, too, and that negates the whole idea, I find. ESPECIALLY in the mornings, when other people by right shouldn't even EXIST yet. - I want it to be MY house. Potential boyfriends can live in the shed or Kent or wherever. Actually not in the shed, I need the shed for woodworking.
That sounds greedy, I know, but remember it's my dream. I don't dream of being pope and going into space to find magic treasure, I just want a pretty little house and garden just for me. When I was small, I liked to sit in cardboard boxes and spend ages deciding what colour to paint the inside and which books to keep in there with me... oh I would love to pick out some kitchen curtains one day and hang them up and sit at a table drinking tea just looking at them.
Well, I better get some work done... LOTS OF WORK... GET VERY RICH... :)
...Until then I can have a fun time living in my best friend's studio looking out on my potted balcony garden, which I really rather like, I just want to have my little house to dream of, too.