in my dreams

i hung out with linda on friday night [hooray!] and i drove incredibly slowly down the street behind her apartment so i could check out the houses. linda's neighborhood is super rad and i always notice the old architecture and the peaceful, non-assuming landscaping.

suddently my eyes bulged and my jaw dropped.

to my right was the house of my dreams. [now, i don't consider myself one of those girls born with winsome ideas about her perfect life in her perfect house with her perfect family. in fact, i recently decided i could very happily live in a cute, old, clean apartment for my entire life. however...]

the house is incredible. it's made of stone, has a funky, asymetrical shape, and has tons of unique windows. there is a cutie porch and a random upstairs balcony. it's super close to the train station [SWEET!] AND is coincidentally, four houses down from linda's dream house. seriously, what could be more perfect?!

guess i better quit working for a non-profit organization and start saving my moolah, huh?!