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From Jean Grey's Journal...
My fantasy for my dream home has never been to extravagant, but even so I doubt it'll ever come true. I don't want a mansion, or one of the many story cold as ice homes like I grew up in. I want to live in a place that feels cozy. Close to the water. Ironically, it's always been soothing to me.
If I could pick any place... On the grounds, Xavier has a boathouse. It's two stories and large enough to turn into a real house. No one ever uses it anymore. Once when I was younger, and upset for various reasons, I went up there to be alone.
After that day, I used to go up there whenever I had a spare moment. I'd just walk around, climb over the old boats, and design my future home in my mind. I knew exactly where I'd put in the living room, the kitchen, the study. The master bedroom, two bedrooms for children. Two bathrooms, one downstairs, one upstairs. I knew what kind of tile I'd use in the bathroom, and in the kitchen. What kind of wood I wanted for the floors... Everything, down to the last detail. Once I stayed there for an entire week. Hiding from... Well, it doesn't matter. But I took a notebook with me. Drew up plans. Even went into town later, found samples for everything from the paint to the wall paper and the tile. It's all up there still. Even though I haven't been there in years. I left it in a lockbox on the second floor. I hung the key by the door the last time I was there... I meant to go back, but life just got in the way...
I guess it doesn't matter much anymore. Life is already so complicated. I mean, it's pretty silly to sit here and dream. But maybe... Just maybe dreams are better then nothing...
Jean set her pen down next to her journal and looked out the window. It was dark outside, all the children would be tucked into their beds. Standing up, she walked to the closet and pulled down an old fashioned lantern. Grabbing her jacket, she stuck her cigarettes and some matches in the pocket and went outside. She walked down the slope to the boathouse.
It took a little work to get the door open, it hadn't been used for so long it was stuck shut. After closing it behind her, she pulled out the matches and lit the candle inside the lantern. Reaching out, she picked up the key by the door, just where she left it. Going upstairs, trying not to choke on the dust, she opened a window and set the lantern beside it. The light would be visible to anyone at the mansion who happened to be looking towards the lake. After retrieving the box, she sat down beside the light and lit a cigarette. Unlocking the box, she began to sort through the items in the box, losing herself in memories and dreams.
My fantasy for my dream home has never been to extravagant, but even so I doubt it'll ever come true. I don't want a mansion, or one of the many story cold as ice homes like I grew up in. I want to live in a place that feels cozy. Close to the water. Ironically, it's always been soothing to me.
If I could pick any place... On the grounds, Xavier has a boathouse. It's two stories and large enough to turn into a real house. No one ever uses it anymore. Once when I was younger, and upset for various reasons, I went up there to be alone.
After that day, I used to go up there whenever I had a spare moment. I'd just walk around, climb over the old boats, and design my future home in my mind. I knew exactly where I'd put in the living room, the kitchen, the study. The master bedroom, two bedrooms for children. Two bathrooms, one downstairs, one upstairs. I knew what kind of tile I'd use in the bathroom, and in the kitchen. What kind of wood I wanted for the floors... Everything, down to the last detail. Once I stayed there for an entire week. Hiding from... Well, it doesn't matter. But I took a notebook with me. Drew up plans. Even went into town later, found samples for everything from the paint to the wall paper and the tile. It's all up there still. Even though I haven't been there in years. I left it in a lockbox on the second floor. I hung the key by the door the last time I was there... I meant to go back, but life just got in the way...
I guess it doesn't matter much anymore. Life is already so complicated. I mean, it's pretty silly to sit here and dream. But maybe... Just maybe dreams are better then nothing...
Jean set her pen down next to her journal and looked out the window. It was dark outside, all the children would be tucked into their beds. Standing up, she walked to the closet and pulled down an old fashioned lantern. Grabbing her jacket, she stuck her cigarettes and some matches in the pocket and went outside. She walked down the slope to the boathouse.
It took a little work to get the door open, it hadn't been used for so long it was stuck shut. After closing it behind her, she pulled out the matches and lit the candle inside the lantern. Reaching out, she picked up the key by the door, just where she left it. Going upstairs, trying not to choke on the dust, she opened a window and set the lantern beside it. The light would be visible to anyone at the mansion who happened to be looking towards the lake. After retrieving the box, she sat down beside the light and lit a cigarette. Unlocking the box, she began to sort through the items in the box, losing herself in memories and dreams.