My dream home is a place of beauty, serenity and inspiration. It is a bungalow with a huge lawn, planted with fruit trees and flowering plants. There is plenty of space for a table and chairs so that when the weather is fine, my family can sit outside to have a meal or read the newspapers. There is also a lovely waterfall in the garden to soothe our minds with the sound of water falling. Birds perch on the trees to sing or nest and give us free concerts.
My dream home is large and spacious. There are plenty of windows to make the place bright and airy. I do hate houses that are small, cramped and all shut up. It is for this reason that I dislike living in flats or condominiums every room in my dream house and every piece of furniture in it is designed to create beauty, warmth and peace. My kitchen is small and neat. I am not a fussy cook so I do not need a large kitchen. In Malaysia, one does not really need to cook all the time since there are plenty of restaurants. However, if I ever cook or bake, I would like to do it on the latest Italian hob and oven. My dream kitchen has a hue refrigerator and is fitted with cabinets made of oak. Its also has a radio-CD player so that I can listen to music as I do my coking. All the bedrooms in my dream house are spacious. Hey have attached bathrooms and are fully air-conditioned. Each has a mini refrigerator stocked with drinks and tidbits so that there is always something to munch on even in the bedroom. One of the most important rooms in my dream house is the library. Wonderful books on every subject in the world fill up the shelves that line the walls. I also have the latest table-top computer here on which I work on surf the internet.
Another important room is the music room where I have the latest hi-fi system to play songs and music from all over the world. I love music. My grand piano is also placed there were I often play pieces that I have composed myself. My dream home is a place of joy, peace and more fun with my family. And I just finished my daily habit of jogging around the neighborhood and I was walking slowly towards my house. It is a single level American style house with a small beautiful garden. The house was coated with pale pink paint and a brick-red roof stood onto it. The house looked like it was well taken care of.
As I kept walking, my eyes were pampered with the colorful flowers, which made a gorgeous contrast with the green mowed grass. I could see a stack of yellow chrysanthemum that stood perkily beside the blooming red roses. Then I glanced to another side of the garden where the purple orchids and pink hyacinths sat next to each other against the wall. The combination of the flowers, the grass, and the soil gave out a very natural smell. At the end of the garden, there was my garage where I parked my shiny black BMW XLR. I opened the white painted main door and again, my soul became serene because of the pastel-colored walls, which were dominated by green, peach, and yellow. The parquetry covered up the floor. I could smell the lavender scent from the burning candles that was placed on the desk situated on the right side of the room. There stood by my left side the luxurious living room. A grandeur crystal chandelier was hung exactly above a set of soft and comfortable white leather sofa. Opposite of the sofa, a big painting of a fine-looking wood house in a village was hung on the wall firmly.
After that, I walked at a gentle pace through the three-step ladder in front of me and went straight to the dining room. There was a rectangle white table with six white chairs and a basket of fruits with bananas, oranges, and apples laid on it. They were all arranged nicely. Sunlight could permeate through the windows into the dining room and give a good fresh sunlight. I have a lot good life to stay live the most interesting house in the world. And my parents can live also with future family in my place. I hope their like my house as their like their own house.
