My mom has this idea of her perfect house. She tells me that growing up she would visualize it every day jumping from one detail to another. She mentioned that she would also draw what she wanted to have in her dream house; from furniture to staircase materials, to curtain fabrics, plants, kitchen utensils and even the tiniest details like decorative moss balls and figurines. I didn’t understand how her mind could imagine such meticulous information. When I try to envision my dream house, all I can come up with is my poorly-detailed ideal bedroom, but she says, it’s
a start.