home sweet.

generally speaking, my brain is a pretty opinionated entity; it's also a ridiculous dilettante. this is why my style of dress is frequently reminiscent of masquerade night at the copacabana, and why i occasionally forget what i'm talking about mid-sentence. it's also why i occasionally have dreams and ideas that are completely in opposition to one another. case in point: long term living situations.

having spent a lot of time rattling around our apartment in the last three months (sharing it only with a noisy, tenacious rodent who is clearly far smarter than i), i've been giving a lot of thought to living space. when this mood falls upon me, it typically translates into me fantasizing about my dream house, the place i want to move into and never leave. this fantasy is usually in technicolor, incredibly detailed to the point where i can almost taste it. i dream of a victorian house, with wide-board hardwood floors and a claw-footed bathtub; enough rooms so dom can have his reflexology studio and i can have a study of my own, painted red and lined with pictures and clutter; obscene quantities of bookshelves and closets; a pistachio green kitchen with a butcher block and a ceramic sink; a covered porch; a fireplace; a pantry; a really great shower. nothing too big, nothing too fancy--just big enough for the two of us. and possibly a dog.

the problem with this little scenario is that my little 26-year old heart is entirely loath to contemplate living in a non-urban environment at this juncture, and unless i discover i'm secretly an arabian princess, it's unlikely that i'll ever be able to afford the home i dream of in such a place. the solution, i suppose, is to hope that eventually my brain gets over life in the big city and its revulsion of the suburbs. of course, that would require a lapse in its inherent stubbornness, so who knows when that is going to happen.

maybe if i'm lucky, at some point i'll go through this whole 'growing up' business that everyone talks about, and the solution will make itself clear.

but as with so many of these things, that is neither here nor there.