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My dream home

I have never thought about this, is that weird? Does everyone know what their dream home would be like?

I only want my house to be bigger if it comes with servants. ha ha. Actually I don't mind cleaning, but I do think once a house is big enough, upkeep would become difficult even though I enjoy it.

I can't build a beautiful image in your mind since I haven't quite thought this through, but I can give you some features and characteristics:

I would like a walk out basement. I love the idea of a home where most of the living spaces are on the main level, but a big, tall, open basement with doors to the backyard sounds perfect.

I like a lot of natural light, but don't want to feel like someone can see what I'm doing and I don't know about it. So lots of windows, but the kind I can shade/curtain at will. Maybe I'll get some fancy 007 shades that I press a remote and everything closes.

I want a big backyard with large areas for a patio/porch (what's the difference?), BBQ, and fire pit, but still plenty of grass to run and play.

I want privacy, but to be in a location that is near to stores and friends. Suburbs are great for me, just give me enough yard that we aren't  up in each other's bid-ness.

Maybe something like this (with more yard):

houzz.com


or THIS:

http://basement.obamabling.com/122-2/




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  1. LisaJuly 1, 2016 at 11:39 AM

    I think the only good basements are finished walkouts.

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  2. it's a mahan thingJuly 15, 2016 at 9:30 AM

    That second house would definitely need to come with servants.

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  3. it's a mahan thingJuly 15, 2016 at 9:30 AM

    That second house would definitely need to come with servants.

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