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Since I was young I wanted to have a gardenhouse.

Not a simple greenhouse, but a little house to spend my time reading, writing, or being busy with a hobby.

But life was too intensive, or too expensive, and I had a partner who didn't share my ideas at all.

He always had conditions, like tidying the attic, painting. or whatever, to keep me from what I wanted.

After he died I decided to buy something for myself each month.

Maybe something small, maybe something large, depending on the content of my wallet, and other wishes.

The first thing I bought was: the greenhouse.

I decorated it as a beach house.

Regularly I sit there with a cup of coffee, reading, or listening to the birds.

A quiet time, with thoughts and stories popping up in my mind...