When I’m on the train crossing the bridge, I always see these new apartments with the big windows. The type of window that is actually like a wall where if you want, you can get all creepy and look inside to see the apartment. Seeing these apartments make me happy because I can see myself in one of them one day. It’s not that I want to live exactly there ,but just the idea of having my own place. I don’t have a dream home; I just want a home that I can call my own.  I want to create my home from scratch. I want a place where I rule, not my parents. A place that I can decorate in any way I want. A place that offers stability because I know it’s mine. A place that I know will always be there. A place that I never want to leave. I love my home now, but it’s the idea of growing up and having my space in addition to having the option of sharing it with whoever I want. But before I start thinking about the way my home might look I should start with getting my own room. I’ve never had my own room in my 18 years of life which is probably why I dream about my future home so much. It’s go big or go home (haha get it?) but yeah instead of aiming for a room, I might as well aim for a house. lol Of course I would settle for a room to myself for now.