Write about your dream home.
A house is not a home, unless you make it. Living the wanderers life, I have had many homes. Freedom is where my heart lies, therefore I have not made it my mission to plant roots in any one place.
As the years flutter by, I realize, would’t it be nice to have a place to call home. Tirelessly wondering around the globe, it awaits. The salty warm breeze flowing through it’s endless windows. Engulfed in light so bright, it shines like a sunny alarm clock. Embracing me in it warmth and vitality, giving me life to get up and go yet another day.
Open and airy, I dance along the passageways. Every room has it’s theme. A room to create my minds wildest dreams, a room for release, through intense exercises, a room for leisure, and a room to escape into dreams.
Views, views, views! A view from every window that takes me in a journey above and beyond the hustle and bustle of the city. Drifting off into shores that lead to other worlds. Now this is a place that I can call home. A home where I transform into other worlds.
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