I still desperately want a house truck with spires and window shutters, lofty bed, dusty bookshelves bulging, herbs growing in the kitchen windows, trailing green plants tickling my nose, a wood burning stove… I honestly don’t care if the thing doesn’t move. At that weight, it probably shouldn’t anyway.

If life can just settle down enough so I can get started, start to focus on a home building goal… I’m so ready for some calm. I want to nest.