I long for the day when I'll be able to enter a pretty little vintage home with a history and stay in it for the aging days of my life. I'm not very fond of this day's architecture or new homes' exteriors; now-adays the brand new homes being made look sad and un-fanciful. The homes made during the 1800's were incredibly beautiful outside with pretty little curvy borders and colour, and very pretty boards. I wish they made houses now-adays with as much wonderful details. Thankfully there are places here in Toronto and Kitchener and Oakville where I can stare and daydream at these beautiful dwellings, the people who live in them are mostly elderly people. But to one day have one of my own would cost a fortune because the homes' age value. I'm still gonna strive to have a life someday just so I can buy one for myself. For now I'll just have to enjoy my time collecting pictures of these beauties. I daydream of having my afternoon tea in the front porch and prancing up and down the large stair cases, and of course exploring the spooky attic a home like this might have. Such excitement I hope lasts as long as I grow, and I sure hope old houses are still around when I'm full grown and can make my own dolla billz.