My Dream

Oh... how much I dream of someday owning a house of my own. Maybe in the countryside.

A place that is legally only mine — where no one can take it away from me or question my right to it. Where I can do as I wish and decorate as I love.

A place where I might not have anybody waiting, but a welcoming, calming space. No screaming. No fights. Just rest. I could cook, bake, or simply eat takeout — or have home-cooked prepped meals ready for myself, and nobody would question their freshness.

A place far from where I grew up hearing "this is not your house" — hair pulled back, a stick held in front of me.

Where I could drink matcha or lemonade and nobody would question it. Where I could wear the cutest pajamas without thinking twice before buying them. Where I could travel alone and not be screamed at for it.

Where I could make seasonal fruit jams and sell them if I wanted to — not having someone tell me it wouldn't work or that I would fail.

Where I wouldn't be shamed for no reason. Where I would do things because I wanted to — not because someone said I should.

Where I could choose my own wallpaper, have extra counter space in my kitchen, a bathtub in my bathroom, plants growing on my porch or balcony, and a fish tank if my heart desired one.

A place where nobody questions when, why, where — or dares to say "how dare you." Where nobody tells me "you do as I say." Because I am a human being, not anyone's slave.

I don't want to be the "good girl". I am tired of being hated for simply existing on my own terms.

Just a place I can call mine — and that would be perfectly enough.

I am not scared of being alone. I could have a couple of close female friends, or an entire community around me someday.