My dream home is not something that can exist safely, but I will describe it anyway. I imagine the front of my house has a large porch that wraps around the entirety of the house, providing an inviting and spacious area for relaxing and enjoying the outdoors. It’s adorned with comfortable rocking chairs and hanging plants, adding a touch of greenery and life to the setting. As I step onto the porch, I envision it being shaded by tall trees that sway gently in the breeze, while the sounds of laughter and the smell of fresh flowers fill the air, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere for family and friends to gather.
The back of the house is a dome of glass, resembling one of those enchanting star-gazing cabins you often encounter on an Airbnb site. This provides an unobstructed view of the night sky, allowing me to immerse myself in the beauty of the cosmos. With its transparent walls, the dome invites natural light during the day, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere, while at night, it transforms into a magical observatory, where constellations shimmer brightly above, encouraging quiet contemplation and wonder.
Do you see why this house can’t exist? I need the coziness of the front, and the complete openness to the elements in the back. That is the ideal home for me. But if I am being honest, home is where the people I love are.
Adventures of a Lonely, Bookish, Black Girl 
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