Good morning! It’s Monday and that means it’s time for Monday Musings. Last week Chris Allen-Riley, Kirsti Jones, Lynn Doezema, and I explored the difference between literary and genre fiction. This week we look at a more personal topic…a place we’d most like to live.
I’ve chosen to willfully misinterpret this…I’m sure it was meant to be city versus country or beach (yes!) versus mountains (yes!) or Jamaica versus Antarctica. But I decided I wanted to talk about a house I would most like to live in.
Those of you who know me know I tend to go for older homes. The first home DH and I purchased was nearly 150 years old, our second 80+. I love the character of older homes—molding and wood floors and high ceilings. What I’ve come to dislike is the fact that most of them have crap for duct work and storage. So bear in mind that any dream house I describe should have both closets and heat.
I would love to have something Victorian with a little turret to house my writing desk. I want
a curving staircase, built-in bookshelves, stained glass windows, a tin roof in the kitchen. I want crown molding in the dining room and a fireplace someplace (anyplace!). I want crazy nooks and crannies for the kids to hide in. However, as I get older (Did that really just come out of my mouth?), I have found that simplicity is also a life condition I covet. Less room for clutter, less cleanup, smaller, easier. Which should kind of cut the Victorian out of the running.
So in the realm of all things are possible, I want a treehouse. That or a hobbit hole. I know, my Gemini is showing. But check this out…tree hotel. How zippy is that bird’s nest room? Or the UFO? Hubs can be Mulder and I can be Scully.
And the hobbit hole? What better is a hole in the ground as long as it’s a Bilbo Baggins-type of house with a round green door with a yellow knob? Oh yes, I could live there too. Especially if it had a little round room for my writing desk.
As I reread this, it seems I come off as rather indecisive. Again, those that know me may agree. In this case, I prefer to think of it as adaptable. I can live most anywhere–a gingerbread-festooned cottage or a treehouse or a hobbit hole or an 80-year-old farmhouse with very little heat and even less closet space. As long as there is room for the family and my writing desk.
How about you? In the realm of all things being possible, where do you want to live?