Beyond the Entrance, Still

When I was a child, I used to draw my ideal floor plans in a sketchbook and let my dreams run wild.

Thinking back, that was certainly, without a doubt, a floor plan, but I don't think I knew the word "floor plan" back then. I might have seen it somewhere, but it's doubtful that the young me understood it as a floor plan. I think I was quite a genius to be expanding my dreams of a home without even knowing the concept of a floor plan.

I don't remember well what kind of house I was drawing. But it was always a house for one person. I think I probably saw some anime character and developed a strong longing for an independent girl.
She did housework perfectly and was excellent at schoolwork. Her hobby was making sweets for everyone to eat... and so on. The dream of "I want to be a big sister like this when I grow up" was packed into the "floor plan" I drew that day.

I feel like at that time, along with the "floor plan," I even wrote down the daily schedule of the girl living there. A strangely healthy start to the day, waking up at 5:00 AM to go for a walk. While assuming she cooked all three meals herself, time to "play in the park" was also perfectly incorporated. That girl must have had about 30 hours in a day.

Although I enjoyed drawing those "floor plans," when I drew pictures with friends, I always drew safe pictures of girls. I never showed my dream "floor plans" to my friends. Even as a child, I felt shy about talking about dreams that were too big. My childhood "floor plans" were quietly tucked away in a corner of my room.

Showing a "floor plan" to someone is always scary.
When I was in junior high school and told my parents about my future dreams, I made it sound like "a friend wants to be that."
The "floor plan" I drew in high school because I wanted to meet the expectations of those around me was too luxurious for me. As expected, I failed my university entrance exams and became unable to draw "floor plans."
When I entered university, I learned to draw "floor plans" for the time being. I could safely show anyone a "floor plan" that projected reality rather than ideals, but it could never become my favorite.

It was some time after I became a working adult that I felt a lack of satisfaction with my model-student "floor plans."
I saw a message somewhere that said, "You only live once, live greedily," and my heart trembled. I wanted to try drawing the ideal "floor plan" that I thought of, a "floor plan" that only I could draw.

Drawing an ideal "floor plan" after becoming an adult is unexpectedly difficult. Because the me who knows reality gets in the way of the me who talks about ideals. But little by little, I am becoming able to draw free "floor plans" like I did back then.

I don't have the courage yet to show the full picture of the "floor plan" I am drawing now. But I think it might be okay to show the entrance.

#WhatIsThisStoryAboutHouse

Just barely made it! (Right?!) Thank you!

▼ The entrance of the "floor plan" I am drawing now

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