itchy in my bones
Someday, in the not too far future, I want:
a small home - two bedrooms would be nice - all of my very own,
with a modest yard space, enough to have a little grass and a small vegetable garden,
a bathroom with a shower and tub (I currently have shower only),
a kitchen large enough to cook in (attached dining room space counts as part of kitchen so that's fine),
a small washer/dryer (I only do one load at a time) but dishwasher not required (I like hand washing),
and dsl connection, naturally,
somewhere in the pacific northwest where I'm not going to die of allergies.
Really? I don't think this is too much to aim for. I'm perfectly willing to go the mobile home route (double wide would be nice, I'd like to spread out a little) as long as buying the lot it's on is part of the price. I just want my own home, my own space, room for the things I enjoy doing (gardening, cooking, room to set up a drafting table and a sewing table) and be within a reasonable commute of wherever I'm working.
I'm having itchy dreams of cast iron cookware sets to replace the scrubby warped walmart pans I currently have, and baking utensils because I'd have room to do proper baking, and investing in silverware that's worth more than $10 and mostly plastic, and plots or tubs of herbs and tomatoes and cucumber plants, and a little loveseat couch in front of the tv with the game systems. Of getting a real stereo system because I could finally listen to music without headphones, free of roommates, and listen to whatever I like. Of decorating my space any way I wanted. Of painting the walls any color I wanted besides apartment complex sterile white.
And because I'm single and not looking to change this, it needs to be done on a one person budget. But still? It doesn't seem like it ought to be impossible, does it?
...and I'll just need to live near friends, and make new ones, because baking and cooking and a comfy house are more fun if you can share them with other people. I just don't really want to share it on a permanent basis, hence, single. (Funny enough, this works just grand for my dad, who's been single with an extended network of chosen-family friends for years, and for my mom, who has her steady significant other but they keep separate houses - I'm seeing a trend in our family personalities and solitary habits here.)
[flails] Right now? I really just wish my day off hadn't been wasted huddled inside away from the snow, and that there wasn't still snow outside now, and that the whole damned household wasn't home and underfoot and in each other's ways because I'd really like some unencumbered time in the kitchen to make bread and soup for lunch. argh.
Note to self - foreclosure auctions. Really something to possibly look into.
a small home - two bedrooms would be nice - all of my very own,
with a modest yard space, enough to have a little grass and a small vegetable garden,
a bathroom with a shower and tub (I currently have shower only),
a kitchen large enough to cook in (attached dining room space counts as part of kitchen so that's fine),
a small washer/dryer (I only do one load at a time) but dishwasher not required (I like hand washing),
and dsl connection, naturally,
somewhere in the pacific northwest where I'm not going to die of allergies.
Really? I don't think this is too much to aim for. I'm perfectly willing to go the mobile home route (double wide would be nice, I'd like to spread out a little) as long as buying the lot it's on is part of the price. I just want my own home, my own space, room for the things I enjoy doing (gardening, cooking, room to set up a drafting table and a sewing table) and be within a reasonable commute of wherever I'm working.
I'm having itchy dreams of cast iron cookware sets to replace the scrubby warped walmart pans I currently have, and baking utensils because I'd have room to do proper baking, and investing in silverware that's worth more than $10 and mostly plastic, and plots or tubs of herbs and tomatoes and cucumber plants, and a little loveseat couch in front of the tv with the game systems. Of getting a real stereo system because I could finally listen to music without headphones, free of roommates, and listen to whatever I like. Of decorating my space any way I wanted. Of painting the walls any color I wanted besides apartment complex sterile white.
And because I'm single and not looking to change this, it needs to be done on a one person budget. But still? It doesn't seem like it ought to be impossible, does it?
...and I'll just need to live near friends, and make new ones, because baking and cooking and a comfy house are more fun if you can share them with other people. I just don't really want to share it on a permanent basis, hence, single. (Funny enough, this works just grand for my dad, who's been single with an extended network of chosen-family friends for years, and for my mom, who has her steady significant other but they keep separate houses - I'm seeing a trend in our family personalities and solitary habits here.)
[flails] Right now? I really just wish my day off hadn't been wasted huddled inside away from the snow, and that there wasn't still snow outside now, and that the whole damned household wasn't home and underfoot and in each other's ways because I'd really like some unencumbered time in the kitchen to make bread and soup for lunch. argh.
Note to self - foreclosure auctions. Really something to possibly look into.