I never thought I would ever find myself so carefully sketching my dream house and making lists of the essentials I would need to furnish it, but I am.
With the possibility of a house, custom-built for not too much money in view, I can see a sort of Wind in the Willows life for myself, with a hint of Walden; armchairs, fireplaces, a light, airy house on the bank of some slow-moving river or lake, a dock, a boat tied to the end of it, a neat vegetable plot occupying a corner of the garden. Five years ago, this vision would have seemed nice or picturesque, but I wouldn't have wanted it. Now, I can think of nothing better.
Essentially, this will be my house:
This will be my boat:
And this will be my library:
What a silly girl I am. But dreaming and sketching is rather fun.