When you are a little girl, and you start thinking about your dream house, you imagine certain things. My dream house was a circa 1800's farmhouse with hardwood floors, a fireplace in all 5 of 18x20ft bedrooms, clawfoot tubs in all of the bathrooms (at least 3, preferably 4), a quaint powder room downstairs, a large basement to serve as a game room with a pool table, dart board, wet bar (that transitioned from a soft serve ice cream machine to soda fountain to wet bar as I grew older), and entertainment center. Add a huge gourmet kitchen with an island in the middle and one of those great pot racks over it. It would be set kind of far off the road, with a long, winding driveway, a white split rail fence, and maybe a horse or two in the front meadow with a medium sized red barn in the background.
When I was in my early 20s, my dream home was an amazing loft style apartment in the middle of a huge city. Again, it would had to have hardwood floors, claw foot tubs, etc. Throw in exposed brick walls, secure off street parking, stainless steel appliances, built in bookshelves, walk-in closets, a fireplace, exposed wood beams and duct work, a workout facility and huge windows overlooking the city.
I'm 28 and a homeowner. My dream house now includes a second bathroom and a closet larger that an average sized coffin.
Is this what they mean by growing up?
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