Endless and Open

Those are possibilities, my friends.

My mom and I spent a lot of time talking about future-y things.

jobs. moves. relationships.

And planning for my future home. The place I'll come home to at the end of a day of teaching. My corner of the world where I'll find comfort, relaxation, creativity...

and that I will call my own.

I find myself thinking about what it will look like.

Couches from scenes of my childhood residing in my living room, being the background to scenes of my adulthood.

Dishes in the sink, in the dishwasher...but what color will they be?

Candles. There must be candles!

And pictures...but which ones?

I think that my subconscious has ulterior motives here by letting me think of all of this stuff, that maybe if I start thinking and planning now, it'll fight off that discomfort that we all face when something changes in our lives. When the corner of the world that we called our own and ran to for safety has been taken away and we're pushed to something else.

I'm so excited thinking of it all, though. I walk through the home furnishings section of Target (oh, I ♥ Target!) and just dream of the potential for my future home, my very own place. And more than that, I'm excited for everything that will come with it: a new job, a new beginning, a new adventure in life. Entertaining guests who can share in the joy of this place, celebrating friendship and life. Learning, living, and growing.

Life is moving forward.

~"A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams." [unknown]~