My Dream House

I often think of moving out of this house, especially lately. If it were not for the fact that my father built it, I would have moved long ago. A log home was never my dream.

My dream house

Would be one level.

The laundry room would be in the house and there would be a place to hang clothes as I get them out of the dryer.

It would be on about 5 or 10 acres (I have over 27 now).

It would be one of those cute little farm houses. (I don’t know the name of the style)

It would have a deep wrap around porch with rocking chairs and screen doors.

There would be more than ample storage. So much that I could keep my Christmas tree decorated and just cover it each year and wheel it on in to the “Christmas” storage area.

I’d have an actual guest room.

I would have a room for a studio and I’d put a Murphy bed in it for extra guests.

The kitchen would be much bigger than the one I have now and it would be so nice that I would actually want to cook.

There would be room for a dining table somewhere.

I would have a dishwasher and a window over the kitchen sink.

I would even have a fireplace.

My dream house would have no cedar in sight. There would be no mud. And it would have a claw foot bathtub.

Ahhh to dream, the impossible dream.

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3 Responses to My Dream House

  1. Tracey says:

    it sound simply lovely! you deserve it – may it come true for you one day. How neat that your father built it; it's understandable that you would be torn. 27 acres – WOW! 🙂

  2. You got the Christmas tree idea from Aunt Joan, didn't you? It's a good idea.

  3. Birdie says:

    you make me smile. happy day to you!

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