Day 12- My dream home/location

My dream home. Wow. I'm going to try to describe this for you.

Imagine a white house, with a huge porch going around at least half of it. Gardens of wildflowers hug the path to the door. You step inside, and you can hardly tell you have; huge windows flood every room with light. Music is coming from somewhere, maybe it's emanating from the very walls--you never know. The front room you're in currently has two archways and a staircase leading out of it. You go through the arch to your left. You've entered the living room. A large aquarium sits against the wall opposite of where you're standing, and the walls seem to be made of water, too, as the reflection off the aquarium hits pale blue-green walls. In the corner to your right sits a baby grand piano. There's another arch on that end of the room, and you wander through. You're now in the library. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves cover half of the wall space. It smells like old books, knowledge, and leather. It makes you think of the library in Disney's Beauty And The Beast. You really want to sit on one of the sofas with one of the many books, or even sit on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, but you keep walking towards the door at the far end of the room. On the other side of that door is the dining room. It looks warm, worn, and comfortable, like many fond evenings are spent there with good friends and family. You'd love to stop and have a conversation there, but a lovely smell takes you through the door to your left. You're in the kitchen, and it smells like freshly baked bread and home. It's cheerful there, with yellow walls and fresh flowers from the garden everywhere. A small breakfast table sits in the corner opposite from you. You walk back through the dining room, through an arch, and you're back in the entry way.

Now for the upstairs. There's a hallway going straight from the top of the stairs to a window at the back of the house, and another going directly from the left of the stairs to a window at the side of the house. You go down the hallway in front of you, first. Directly across from each other are two sets of double doors. The one on the left takes you into a large, white studio that runs from the back of the house to the front. It's full of fabric, paints, canvases, drawing pads, cork boards covered in sketches, a darkroom in one corner, and racks of clothes in another. You draw back into the hallway, and go into the other set of double doors. Here is the master bedroom, an airy-feeling room, in peach and cream colors, anchored with earthy browns. You see a door open on the other side of the room, which lead to the bathroom and then the closet. Going back to the top of the stairs, you go to the hallway to the left. There are three doors on the left wall. The first is a bedroom, the second is a bathroom, and the third is another bedroom.

Through the windows, the area around the house is a large garden with tables for tea parties for little girls, a playground for rough-and-tumble little boys, and lots of fresh air and sunshine for everyone.

Nothing about the house screams perfect, but everything about it whispers love and care.