Oh Dear Diary...

Trying to learn how to write poems

And of course when you think of houses you think of the memories and moments it held inside. It may be empty or destroyed and abandoned, but you can't help but wonder and imagining the laughs and cries it held, the kisses and hugs and dances, the cooking with your lover, the run through the garden and getting your clothes full of dirt, the singing, the beautiful beautiful image of a life inside a home

When I have my own house, I wanna have a library filled with books and those movable staircases to reach the higher shelves' books, the house will have lots of plants, and sunlight coming from the windows, poofs and sofas where I can just lay back and chill with my friends and talk, a lot of ecological ways of saving money and water and resources, it'll either have a really large garden or a forest near it. And ofc a local café at a walking or biking distance in the countryside where I can come to read. Imma make it the most welcoming home to everybody where they can come around and pass the time. And ofc I'm dreaming all this but that's the point.