I learned from first-hand experience that the grass isn't always greener on the other side, and the malady I suffered from as a child? Still seems to bite me in the booty. Sometimes? I want what others have, even when I have no reason to. Despite the roller coaster I seem to ride -- there isn't much about my life I would change. Sure, it'd be nice to be wildly successful at 25 and not have some of the struggles I have now ... but I don't think these are called growing pains for a silly reason.
Drew and I are about to open a new chapter in our lives in a few short months. And yet, all around me -- people are buying homes and starting families and ... dare I say it? Part of me is jealous. I know that my reasoning for holding off on things like real estate and babies is very practical. The big reason? I'm not ready. Not emotionally, not physically and definitely not financially. The babies end of thing can wait for a very long time if I had it my way. But the house?
Ohhh I dream of my own house (or condo).
I love the feel of Earth tones.... creams, tans, and browns ... with pops of accent colors.
And I especially love slate gray with pastels.
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I think the point is?
I have a problem.
I long for a home with which to paint and decorate.
I have a problem with wanting ... and not having enough patience.