Home is Where the Heart Is

I find myself at loose ends at the moment.  Add I contemplate the next two months of my life,  even up to the next three years,  I can't help wondering what life will bring. 

I've been working almost constantly the last two days trying to complete all the necessary paperwork to enroll in and pay for graduate school.  I wish i had someone from whom I could learn what I'm getting into.  I've learned this week that my semester will be almost entirely project based.  Two tests in the entire semester.

And then at the end of my housing contract, what will I do until contracts open again? They don't seem to overlap. 

And then I think longingly of a small home plan I fell in love with.  A small kitchen and living room. A bedroom and bathroom just for me (provided I'm still single) and it sounds wonderful! I might have picked out potential colors and furniture ideas and...  and...

Yes, I am quite eager for my own place.  Not just an apartment that I share with roommates. But a small home I can pay off where I can control what goes inside and how clean it is.  A place that is as loud as I want it to be. Where my minimalist nature can spread! 

And yet,  that dream is still a degree, at least a year of work and a piece of land away from my grasp. But the dream is where my heart lingers.  A big piece of land with a little home where maybe I'll eventually bring a dog and become a proficient gardener.  🧡 Maybe I'll write more about it another time.