In some ways, I feel like I already live in my dream home. There's a mostly non-leaky roof over our heads; we've got plenty of space for books and writing supplies. Ever since Dave insisted that we buy our little portable dishwasher, things have been much more under control in the kitchen (thanks, honey!). So, you know, I'm grateful.
I've mentioned this before, but we are house hunting this year. We're both looking for a version of the house we're renting, I think. We both like old features, hardwood, and maybe a creaky attic. I want a yard substantial enough for some serious gardening, and, if the City of Hamilton makes keeping chickens legal within city limits, I'm thinking about a small flock. (p.s. sign the petition here).
Nothing noteworthy about my dream home; the dream practice hall is another matter, but I've written about that before.