Oh, my dream home...
I usually don't think about my dream home very often, figuring it'll never happen.
But since I moved into this place last week, I can't stop fantasizing about it. This is because of the kitchen here...a very large kitchen, with tons of space for me to dance around, and speakers wired in from the living room so that I can listen to loud music while I cook, and numerous work surfaces, so that I can spread my cooking out, making a bunch of localized messes. And a double sliding glass door into the backyard.
Tonight I had a friend over for dinner. I cooked delicious things, I must say, and the process was so much less stressful than it is in tiny kitchens.
This kitchen meets a good half of my dream home requirements. The other half is a large, square, covered porch that would be sheltered enough to act as a second office when the weather was warm enough. So that the rain could be a-pouring down, but there I'd be, tapping away at some article on my laptop, on my roofed-in porch. I spent time on a porch like this, sort of, visiting friends of friends when I was on a cycling trip with an ex of mine. (Not far, in the grand scheme of things, from where I'm moving - Scary City. Funny, then, that Scary City is so very, very far from the roofed-porch-office vibe...)
Anyway. Yay, dream homes. Hooray for big kitchens!