Teasing myself with thoughts of things I can’t have (for now).
In my waking moments, when I’m not distracted by thoughts of footings, concrete and how to get a correct measurement (tip: measure at the top, middle and bottom. If its something like steel or timber, add 5mm. If its something like alumnium or glass, something that needs to fit into something, subtract 5mm. Always be at the same level as whatever you’re measuring, don’t look up or down at it. ) I like to imagine what my life would look like if I lived in the city. Which will hopefully be next year.
In this dream life, Z, Toz and I all share a funky terrace house or an apartment with wooden floorboards, where there is ample space for us and the ferrets to coexist peacefully.
In this dream house, I have a space of my own. Perhaps it’s a room, perhaps it’s a study, perhaps it’s a broom closet. I don’t care. After 2 years of living in s house that consists of living room, bedroom, bathroom, I’m craving my own space. Somewhere I can have quiet when I’m studying, and not be quiet when I don’t want to be. Somewhere where I can play my music and sing and make a mess, and then be able to shut the door and not have it affect the rest of the house.
I dint really care about what the bedrooms look like, although I do like this one. Again, I love the floor boards.
A perfect livingroom in my opinion.
I really love this house. What a shame that things aren’t in place for us to move until at least next March.
