Mi Casa...

I dream of the day when I can move into a bigger house.
I had two people over for dinner tonight. I used my kitchen table, which I never do. I keep plants on my kitchen table. So, in order to seat my two guests, I had to move 4 african violets, one zebra plant and one other plant. Oh, and move the big palm off the floor so somebody could get to the third chair.
I remember the days of 1375 sq feet and I just want to cry. It dosn't sound like much, but trust me, it is a warehouse compared to my little abode.
I miss that house so much.
I am not in the house of my dreams anymore and I'm telling you.."cute" only goes so far. Yes, it is home and yes, it is comfortable but I dream of the days when I can have company without moving foliage around.
I know I will not move again until A. I win the lottery. B. I get a gigantic raise C. I get a partner with an income.
My odds seem about the same for all three.
Trust me, I will marry for square footage!!
jb