I dream of my own house, everyday, 365 days!

Having my own house has been a long long dream of mine. I have always wanted my own spacious house. I have had this need for years since I can remember growing up. Why?

Parlor decor. Image from Pinterest

I did not like the colors my parents used in our house decors, I did not like their style either, and I hated the curtains my mother liked.

I hated the kitchen decor and I always wanted those cool plates of color and not the standard ceramic wares.

When I grew up and went to school, I loved that my bedsheets were pink. I decorated my little corner as much as I could. It gave me a sense of self and style.

When I went to another state to live with my then Significant Other, I was happy that now I would have control over doing my own space. How wrong I was. When a man holds the purse strings in a relationship, you tend to see shege pro max. He does what he wants. And with a man as controlling as that one was, I was nothing but a little girl in his eyes.

He bought everything and left the kitchen utensils for me. I tried with those and I loved the things I picked out but I wished I had the creative freedom to pick the curtains I love, chair I like or even the paint color I love.

I hate the overly gold decor done by most houses. And I hate the modern minimalist decor done now by male interior decor. I want my space to be lively and homey same time. Like my personal heaven with personal elements and monuments that mean a lot to me.

Not baseless decor that is meaningless but pretty.

How about the toilets—I have always wished for my toilet to be sparkly, odd and clean. Not the usual white tiles, something grey, something blue, something fancy with sections for towels, brushes, lengthy mirrors, showers and cute holders for toothbrushes, and bath supplies.

My kitchen spacious with chairs on the side, incase you wish to eat or gist with me as I cook.

The decor is a mix of blue, white, and silver. My plates are wooden, my spoons are wooden as well. Something in me heals when I eat from wooden plates and spoons. Either wooden plates or spoons or finely clay-baked wares.

I do not want plastics in my house. I love good wood decor or good metals. If plastic must be, it must be something I cannot avoid.

I'll not have plastic bottles. They are glass bottles where I put my water and store it in the fridge.

My art will have meaning. Art of women. Art from African artists. Art that tells a story and comforts me.

My window decors are pretty little elves and mushrooms. Something wispy and mythical. I love crystal stones as well and will have them in finely carved decor.

My foot mat is intentionally goofy. My mirrors odd shaped but classy. Aside from practical things like TV and electronics which will be the best brands that are long-lasting.

There are two sitting rooms. One for visitors and one for my family and I. The visitor own would have the minimalist decor in blue and white, or grey and white. Strategic flowers and one meaningful art about people.

I have a garden where I plant herbs, spices, and veggies in pots and soil. I eat from my garden sometimes and it pleases me. There's an upper roof like I see in Korean movies where I and my family can sit and enjoy the fresh breeze. It'll be a comfortable place with a canopy for rainy times.

My lights are soft and bright. None of these blue lights I see today that brings me so much headache.

My house is my heaven. A house in my name is one of my greatest wishes in life. I want it so much.

I get emotional when I talk about my space and house because as someone on the autistic spectrum, all my life I felt like I lived in people's world not mine.

I want to live in my world and let people live in my world as well.

That's why I work so hard. I work so hard to buy a house, to decorate my house, and to create my world.

How are you?

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Thanks for reading. ♡