Ever since I was young, I've been a day dreamer. I re-read one of the stories that I wrote when I was nine. My main female character had just turned into a mermaid and was setting off to rescue her boyfriend prince who had been trapped by an evil sorcerer. Now, instead of mermaids and princes, I dream of what sort of home I'll have that I can call my very own. Before you start drifting off, I'm
not talking about white picket fences and lace curtains that I peek out of in a pink gingham apron. It's just that after cohabitating with a number of people, I want a place where just my rules apply. No compromises, no messes that aren't my own, and yes, no sharing rent. That means completely my own funds, purchasing freedom...sweet freedom, cuz freedom sure ain't free.
I'd get a place that has gigantic south-facing windows and gorgeous patio doors. It'd have skylights. Light everywhere. I'd paint it robin's egg blue with white molding and fulfill all my Pottery Barn fantasies. My orchids would think they died and went to heaven. I would have an insane heating/cooling bill. Or I could live in SoCal.

I would have a tub that I could stretch out in and have the water reach my neck. I would use it every week and read a book while the bubbles slowly melt away. My toilet paper would always face outward.
I'd own white plushy sofas that make me feel like I'm lounging on clouds.
It wouldn't have to be big, but I like an open floor plan. A walk-in closet is key. Cabinetry has to be accessible for me without pulling up a step stool. No tile or laminate flooring. No too tall ceilings.
I would need a basement or garage; somewhere I can put chunks of wood and power tools.
Too bad this is all very far away, but then again there's currently no cost to live in a house in the sky.