My dream home

My dream home took many forms over the years.

I see habitat as a creative space. When I was a child, I loved building cabins. Any furniture were finding a function in the elevation of my house. Desk served as a foundation. Books helped to hold a quilt and make a roof.

I've long dreamt of having a big house, like a mansion. I like the mystery it conveys. I like that you can explore it. I like how beautiful it is.

I've dreamt of a house at the mountain: disconnected from civilisation, with large glasses opening on the forest, a fireplace for the winter and a hiking paths to escape during the summer. A place when I could meditate for hours, listen to birds, find silence.

At the age of 31, eager to own a house, I bought an appartement. It had nothing I dreamt of. It was on the ground floor. l could hear people talking on the street — and they could see me. It was dark. I could touch the ceil just by raising my hand. Rooms where all under 16 square meters and organised in series.

I lost a lot of money in this venture. It cost me some nights and a romantic relationship. But it cured my vanity.

Today, my dream home has the following attributes :

• a personal room with enough space for a desk
• an internet connection so I can work with the rest of the world
• a bathroom with a shower and water closet
• two curved plates, two forks, two knifes, and two spoons
• a bed
• the absence of anything I don't need

I don't want to buy a house.

I would be happy to rent it, and pay for the flexibility.

This way I can move anywhere else whenever I want.

And I'm happy to go back at my parents house when I return.