husband and i are waiting for a piece of property to call our own. it's been four apartments & three cities since the day we came home from our wedding. there's unpacked boxes in our would-be office corner, and more possessions in husband's parents' basement. renting is a drag, and we're plum tired of the same four walls & a leasing company telling us what we can and cannot do.
i'd much a like a real garden, and a real home with a real front door. i long for that homestead where family comes to gather & tradition fosters.
so as our hunt & wait continues, i snip plans into my spiral book, pin to my nesting board, and continue daydreaming of hammocks & door knockers.
sigh.
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