Writer's Block: Place of Residence

Jun 03, 2009 23:33

My dream house. Wait. I've stopped dreaming about the things I want now.
It is a good way to go through life though, planning and executing the dreams.
The journey must make sense, the destination will provide motivation.
May be I am confusing my dream house with my husband's house, one that society dreams for us pretty and otherwise girls:
a husband, a dishwasher, a little freedom to plant a little garden for the lady herself, kids and some smiles.
Well, I want the same.
But I've been thinking about a room of my own now.
For some reason, Nature is prounouncing itself on me more than my Nurture.
Or, we are in deep shit here and hope for Freud to solve the case again.

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My dream home:
It'll be colorful and art-sy, like those Hot House Tours on apartmenttherapy.com
gold and purple accents, key furniture, white lights, huge windows and in a city where the weather is sunny mostly. keeps me out of depression.

writer's block

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