I like the idea of empty white ballrooms with giant windows and far away ceilings, where I can twirl and dance around to my music in my own little music video.
I dream of tiny shoebox bedrooms where the walls are shelves, overflowing with books and knickknacks belongings, and the floor space is almost completely taken up by a bed covered in blankets and pillows, with a window overlooking it and fairy lights wrapped around the room with shoes piled up by the door next to boxes filled with memories.
I like backyards with little torches and an outdoor fireplace and glow sticks in the pool and wild flowers and tall grass and climbing trees and a little garden.
I want a cute little kitchen filled with light from the setting sun, covered in soft warm colors. A sun bleached brick fireplace and a few cabinets and tiny counter space and a little breakfast nook overlooking the garden. A place to bake and spatter others with batter and flour while laughing.
I imagine sitting on the roof of my house and staring down at the twinkling lights of the city in the distance, listening to the crickets, drinking wine with soft music playing from inside the house, and my partner's humming drifting out into the night through the open windows that are letting in the nighttime breeze.
But I can also imagine sitting on the roof of my apartment building and listening to the sounds of city nightlife and cars rushing by, looking at the illuminated billboards and feeling a part of something bigger.
I can imagine huge echoey bare apartments and small cottages and winter cabins in the mountains and small town humble abodes and minimalist rooms right off of Pinterest.
Thankfully I have awhile to decide which I like best. I love them all.
