Prompt 13 of the 30 Day Writing Challenge is:
Describe your dream home as if you are living in it now.
Every morning I am woken by the sun casting its rays across the floor and ceiling of my bedroom. With each season the light changes, but the sqwarking of the seagulls is constant…
I climb out of bed and wriggle my feet into my pink fluffy slippers. I hate pink, but as they were a present im showing willing, whilst gritting my teeth. Still, theyre comfy, I just dont look down.
I make my way downstairs where Albie greets me by wagging his bum (Pugs cant wag their tales, theyre too tightly curled) and fill the kettle. As I wait for the water to boil I throw open the french doors to the balcony. Theres a chill in the air and I take a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the sweet scent of seaweed and salt.
With The Hubster at work, me and Alb will spend the day flitting from the garden to the balcony. He’ll watch me write and we will take a walk on the beach after lunch. But first, its tea, shower and dress, so that I dont give the Tesco delivery driver a fright when I open the door.
I know I havent described my dream home in detail, but thats because I dont have any real requirements, apart from location 😉 Its funny how similar my dream home is to my dream vacation. I think if I actually lived here I’d never want to go away…
This house is a 3 bedroom end of terrace in Whitstable, currently on the market for a bargain (ha ha ha) price of £650,000 *sighs* (I can get a 4 bed detached where I live for £300,000).
This got me thinking…if I did actually live in my dream home, wouldn’t there always be another house I lusted after? If you’re a millionaire and can afford any house you wanted, would you ever really be content? Or am I over analysing this? Lol