I want the perfect house.
I want to be able to hang up a full blown up picture on one wall. I want to be able to chip a bathroom tile and not call up anybody and inform the damage. I want to grow creepers on my window grills without having to remove them in case we move again. In short, I am tired of being the ‘The Tenant’.
My wanderlust days are over. I want to settle. In a home with four walls to call my own. And a ceiling where I can fix fans, lights, or even commission Michelangelo to rise from the dead and paint up a ‘Sistine Chapel’.