I imagine mornings where someone has already put the kettle on. I imagine dinner, even if it's made of half-finished products, but with conversations. I don't want much. I want the feeling that someone is waiting for me. That I am silence, warmth, and peace for someone.
I want a place where I can be weak. Where I don't have to prove that I can handle it. I can handle it anyway.
But I really want to — at least once a day — allow myself to just snuggle up.
And I know: this is not a fairy tale. This is a reality that people have been working towards for years.
Maybe this house will be small. But with big hearts.