I want a safe house.

I want the couch that my broken friends crash on.

I want the home where my girlfriends can come and drink too much and laugh until we cry.

I want to not be in survival mode in my home.

I want my home to be green. Not yellow, consistently trying to prevent red.

I want matching decor and no pet hair.

I want seasonal good smelling blankets and Christmas décor.

I want my home to be an escape from everything else.

I want to end a 12 year transition.

I want trivia nights, bonfires, white santas, and friendsgivings.

I want Lindsey’s home.