When the time comes, I hope this is where life
leads me. Or at least somewhere similar:
Butler's Pantry:
Main Kitchen (with 2 work areas!):
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Garden Room:
It wont be that time for a while. I get it. Seriously. Point taken. So the next time you hear me dreaming of my ideal house, fair warning: first person to come at me with a "Yeah, when Jacob has his master's in 3 years..." or "yeah, someday that would be awesome" is going to get
slapped. I wont hold back anymore. I'm allowed to have dreams. I don't need a time line reality check.
Just dream with me! No harm in that.