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April 9th, 2012

Writer's Block: If You Build It @ 11:41 am

Mood: nostalgic nostalgic

Think about your dream home. Tell us -- where is it, what does it look like, and what's always stocked inside?

My dream home would be like my grandmother's house. Family had to sell it about 12-13 years ago and move her to a new home. I have fond memories, and nostalgia about that place. I was a spoiled kid, so most of the house was mine anyway.

The house was not very far from my parents' homes, other family, the park, 3 schools i went to, and a small shopping plaza. I would walk to elementary school in all kinds of weather, get a 10-20 minute ride to k-3 or high school, and ride my bike to the park almost every day during the summer. One school had swings, so i would also go there. It probably took a little over an hour to walk tween mom's house and grandma's. There was some great takeout places too. I don't think i would change the placement.

It would look the same, I guess, like this house.

The front didn't have much so i usually hung out in the small backyard digging up parts of the rosebush bed under the pine tree. Inside, there was an old fashioned door bell on chimes that i always found interesting, which you can see all the way at the back of the solitary hall. To the immediate right is a closet in the small enclosed vestibule area. Entering the house, there was an open living room to the right and a dining room to the left with a large picture window. Further down the hall there was a kitchen, a staircase, and a bedroom on the left. On the right was a closet, a bathroom, then a bedroom. The bedroom (more like a den) on the right was mine, with the tv (:P), and a couch. Since the small den became my room, most of any festivities happened in the living room area. Grandma and i played Scrabble sometimes in the dining room.

The staircase led to the upstairs. The stairs wrapped around to a short hallway toward a large bedroom. There was a couple of closets and a w/c in the hall. When the bedroom was empty, after my father moved out, i loved hanging out up there with the cats and a b/w tv. It was a great place to sunbath in the middle of the room; i would have loved it to be my room forever but i didn't have much stuff to put around. If there was anything lost in that house it would probably have been hidden up there in the closets, or in the attic reach from the room.

Grandma was a wiz in the kitchen. Sometimes i would watch her bake chocolate chip cookies, brownies, make Hamburger Helper, a chicken, or anything else that taste good; otherwise we would eat takeout. The kitchen had pocket doors to the dining room and the hallway. There's a door leading to a landing for a pantry and a side door outside, and a basement staircase. I loved that the pantry had an old, and working milk door in it. Going down, to the right, there was a washing basin with the washer and dryer next to a w/c, and a couple of closets. We had large furnace then, just across from there. Most of it was empty except for the ping pong table in the middle and the piano on the left side of the stairs.

What would be stocked in it would be my current stuff, which would definitely fit in the upstairs now. I don't really know what I would do with all that room inside, but maybe i would have more fun outside if i still lived around there.

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