Maybe it will be round and chubby, with thick earth walls and a hole in the ceiling. Probably not.
Brick? Cement? Stucco? Wood? Tinfoil?
I'm hoping for a garden. I still miss the earthiness of the Land, the blanketing screen of the trees with the sun coming through the leaves. I want to sit in the dirt and smell flowers all around me. The herb smell of warm weeds. The metallic smell of the sun.
I'm hoping for doors and windows that I can throw open.
I guess we'll see.