I have a dream.

I have a dream.

I have a dream that one day my life will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:

"I hold these truths to be self-evident; I will soon find a nice apartment which will not suck all my pay out of me."

I have a dream that one day on the Nob hills of California, the granddaughter of a former goldsmith and the daughter of an engineer will be able to sit down at a table of simple wood from Ikea and sip hot chocolate while staring out the hills of Jones and Sacramento.

I have a dream that one day soon I will cook in my own home and the kitchen, my favourite room in the house, will be filled with the heated aroma of melted ghee and pure whole milk and my apartment will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and pure sweet decadence.

I have a dream that my suitcases will one day live in a huge closet where they will not be judged by the tear of their cover. My apartment will not be judged by its building and its location but by the content of my home.

I have a dream today.

I shall soon find an apartment.