I love houses. I love houses. I dream about them all the time. I daydream about them and as I’m falling asleep at night I remodel all the houses I’ve ever lived in. I find that imaginary remodeling is much more satisfying than the real thing. Did you know that if you dream about a house, you’re actually dreaming about yourself and all the unexplored rooms are the parts of yourself you have yet to discover? They represent infinite possibility. That’s what I’ve heard anyway.
Mark Twain said; “To us our house had a heart and a soul. We never came home that its face did not light up and speak out its welcome.”
I hope these houses have the friendly feeling that Mr. Clemmons wrote about.