My dream house floats, but is moored to a private island. The island has a soft, sandy beach, as well as verdant greenery from which I can gather sumptuous fruits and vegetables, and healing herbs. The animals and I are friends; we don't eat one another. My floating house has ample room for myself and my family, as well as guests. We visit the city every so often, just so we can better appreciate being home. My writing retreat is in a secret place on the island. I go there every day and write to the song of birds and the shush of waves.