House trashing part 2

Paint. A bullnose veranda, lattice and perspex. Oh and lots of plants to cover the sweeping views and keep it all enclosed. I'd rip out those plants and have lower growing ones to take in the air and the depth of space and land. Not have it enclosed like it's suburbia.
Oooh oooh this was my balcony growing up. My room was at the far end. It was beautiful to sit out there during a warm day or even at night time I'd sneak out there and look at the stars through my binoculars and listen to music on my walkman until I got busted with all the click clicking on my walkman. They put lattice on, painted it green and put a cover over it. My dad did the tiles.
Downstairs. The idiots moved the bar so the stupid stair case could fit from upstairs. They also put that horrid wall panelling on each wall downstairs. It's awful. It's such a nice space down there. It was meant for me when I grew up. I never got the chance to live down there. My parents split 2 months before my 13 birthday and my dad was re-married by the time I was 14. Mum and I moved out 2 weeks before my 15th birthday. I was shattered.

I'm still dreaming about the house. This time the spare room was featured (my 'play room') and I was on the balcony. Perhaps I'm not very good of letting things go and moving on.