It's about... 1 in the morning. I just got out of the shower, and I'm quite calm, which is rare because 9 times out of 10, I'm pissed or stressed about something. Life can be horrible that way. I slept for roughly 14 hours last night and I woke up laughing when mom started yelling at me to wake up at 3:30pm because I was dreaming about a rave. Of course I would wake up as if I was at one all night last night. Bring on college.
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However, my thoughts at times tend to skip over college and go straight to what I want to do afterwards. I'm gonna be a doctor and have some high-end job that makes a lot of money so that I can live comfortably and take care of a nice little family. One child, maybe two, then by that point I'll be too old to have another. Ha ha.
But more often than not, I think about where I'll be living. Definitely not Florida. Massachusetts has been heavily... heavily suggested. I haven't thought of anywhere else, but at the same time I don't want to go ahead and make that sort of decision. There are so many places to go, so many beautiful things to see. I've always thought about living somewhere that I have only written about in my few stories or seen in my dreams. You know, only those places that princesses live. Those sorts of childish fantasies.
The Outlaws' Hangout: probably my closest vision to a dream home, minus a ballroom and rave basement. It's a house that can comfortably fit 15+ people. Of course, I'll never have a reason to fill all of those rooms, so maybe a little smaller than that. But the biggest things that appeal to me about the Outlaws' Hangout...
There's a lake, a beautiful crystalline lake, and its not a boiling hot climate so snakes aren't a risk, and you can fish or swim in it. There's a forest around the Hangout, and past the forest is an expanse of mountains, the two blending together to form the perfect hiking area... I'd love to go hiking really. I love the outdoors.
I want a lot of land. Acres upon acres of rolling green. I don't want to be cooped up in a city or even a neighbourhood. I want land. I don't want horses or alpacas but I want land. Land that has a lake on it.
But the biggest thing about the OH that really appeals to me... the garden. A large garden filled with the most delicious smelling of flours: roses for romance, lavender that promotes calm... The gazebo for reading or even studying, because who wouldn't want to study in a gazebo smack in the middle of a garden of flowers? Oh yeah, someone allergic to pollen. The butterflies would be a plus, too. And the weather would always be mild... Not as rainy as Forks, Washington, not as humid as Florida... Not as cold as New York or... any other state surrounding it. Not as hot as Texas. Research is in order, I say.
I don't even want to see the house from the garden. I want it to have an elaborate path and walls of trimmed box hedges decorated with climbing flowers and roses and a trellis or two... it should be a place of hide and go seek or solitude, whichever to be preferred.
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It is a picture of absolute bliss, is it not? A large, comfortable house, a garden, lake, land upon land of just lush green for rolling, running or sleeping... Because it's just that nice. None of that fake grass crap either. I don't find the idea of recycled tire very appealing in a yard.
Fence it all in from the forest, put a house in the middle, a large garden, stick in a family of four, a few dogs, and a road that only takes roughly 20 minutes to get into town to work, and you have... My image of perfect bliss.
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Wonder if I can get that land while values are low...
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However, my thoughts at times tend to skip over college and go straight to what I want to do afterwards. I'm gonna be a doctor and have some high-end job that makes a lot of money so that I can live comfortably and take care of a nice little family. One child, maybe two, then by that point I'll be too old to have another. Ha ha.
But more often than not, I think about where I'll be living. Definitely not Florida. Massachusetts has been heavily... heavily suggested. I haven't thought of anywhere else, but at the same time I don't want to go ahead and make that sort of decision. There are so many places to go, so many beautiful things to see. I've always thought about living somewhere that I have only written about in my few stories or seen in my dreams. You know, only those places that princesses live. Those sorts of childish fantasies.
The Outlaws' Hangout: probably my closest vision to a dream home, minus a ballroom and rave basement. It's a house that can comfortably fit 15+ people. Of course, I'll never have a reason to fill all of those rooms, so maybe a little smaller than that. But the biggest things that appeal to me about the Outlaws' Hangout...
There's a lake, a beautiful crystalline lake, and its not a boiling hot climate so snakes aren't a risk, and you can fish or swim in it. There's a forest around the Hangout, and past the forest is an expanse of mountains, the two blending together to form the perfect hiking area... I'd love to go hiking really. I love the outdoors.
I want a lot of land. Acres upon acres of rolling green. I don't want to be cooped up in a city or even a neighbourhood. I want land. I don't want horses or alpacas but I want land. Land that has a lake on it.
But the biggest thing about the OH that really appeals to me... the garden. A large garden filled with the most delicious smelling of flours: roses for romance, lavender that promotes calm... The gazebo for reading or even studying, because who wouldn't want to study in a gazebo smack in the middle of a garden of flowers? Oh yeah, someone allergic to pollen. The butterflies would be a plus, too. And the weather would always be mild... Not as rainy as Forks, Washington, not as humid as Florida... Not as cold as New York or... any other state surrounding it. Not as hot as Texas. Research is in order, I say.
I don't even want to see the house from the garden. I want it to have an elaborate path and walls of trimmed box hedges decorated with climbing flowers and roses and a trellis or two... it should be a place of hide and go seek or solitude, whichever to be preferred.
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It is a picture of absolute bliss, is it not? A large, comfortable house, a garden, lake, land upon land of just lush green for rolling, running or sleeping... Because it's just that nice. None of that fake grass crap either. I don't find the idea of recycled tire very appealing in a yard.
Fence it all in from the forest, put a house in the middle, a large garden, stick in a family of four, a few dogs, and a road that only takes roughly 20 minutes to get into town to work, and you have... My image of perfect bliss.
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Wonder if I can get that land while values are low...
