My idea of the dream house - it will be flooded with light and small plants and jazz music and bird songs and aroma of fresh cut flowers. There will be books, old and new, all scattered around the place. My parents will come for tea on weekends and we will walk around the market; then we will prepare a full-blown dinner for family friends. I will cook, and my boyfriend will pick the wine.
But location of the house? Yet to be known.