Growing up

I am just a poor college student and so I bike everywhere, plus it’s good for my waistline. Seriously though, I’ve started to drop a few micrometers from around my middle. Anyways as I was biking home today from a friends house I took a new route that led through some back roads(ish) and saw so many cute houses!

I want one! I don’t care if I don’t get to own it, because I don’t need to own a house right now, but I will be moving in a few months and I want to live in a house. A house that I will be staying at for a long period of time, more than a year. I want a place that I can decorate and make homey and call ‘home’, because home isn’t just a roof with four walls and a foundation, that’s a house, ‘home’ is all that plus the emotional attachments that are there too.

I think I’m beginning to grow up….*gasps*