• Dream House
    Location: A gleaming and glorious day with an exquisite period of Spanish. My friend, Luis, and I are strolling to our lockers on our way to the bus.

    Luis: Hey I was thinking about the not so far future.
    Me: What about it?
    Luis: well you know, are you either going to live in a luxurious mansion with butlers and maids at you service or are you going to live in the crummy and trashed basement of you parents´ house?
    Me: Funny. Actually do you recall the job as a computer teacher I had?
    Luis: Yeah, didn’t you get paid $15 an hour? What did you do with it?
    Me: Saving up since 10th grade dummy, it’s called interest, which is a beautiful process where you get money for saving up.
    Luis: Sorry I asked. Well my folks are helping me rent an apartment. Wait a minute have you even found a house yet?
    Me: Yeah, it’s on Highland St. Which is a placid neighborhood. The house is only two stories high, has a small yard but has given birth to two tall cherry blossom trees. The smell is so soothing it smothers as you suck it in.
    Luis: You must think the trees are special.
    Me: Yeah.
    Luis: Enough about the outside, what are you putting on the outside?
    Me: In the living room I want a mini demure of ancient Renaissance art.
    Luis: You actually want pictured of weird contours on you wall?!?
    Me: Well I also want hard wooden floors that tell you how you look like whenever you look down.
    Luis: Kind of poetic aren’t you?
    Me: Moving on, the kitchen will be overloaded with food, that includes prepared gourmets and a whole lot of ingredients so my homecoming will smell like a five star dish.
    Luis: Shut up there my I’m hungry, I didn’t eat lunch.....
    Me: That's what you get for dieting. The second floor has four rooms, along with two bathrooms. My room will me pre-set with a computer- king sized bed and a half stocked closet.
    Luis: Loser, if I were you I would fill that closet up with cloths it would flood out whenever I opened it.
    Me: Whatever, the second and third rooms are going to be my favorite rooms. They will be my music rooms! That means I have to transform my closets into music libraries. The piano will have it’s own room but the rest of my instruments will be in the other room.
    Luis: Music geek.
    Me: And I’m proud of it. Going on I want the third room is a guest room sort of my mediation room because it’s going to be overfilled with recorded CDs of me playing so while I listen to it I can see what I can do better in each song.
    Luis: You really like music don’t you?
    Me: More then words can express it.
    Luis: You forgot about the basement!
    Me: I was getting to it. What I want of it is a basement that is sort of like an old fashioned asian house. You know with all the sliding doors and lanterns. It would go good with the cherry blossom trees.
    Luis: Good luck with you hard to make house.
    Me: Good luck in you apartment.