High Hopes...

That's what I have: High Hopes.

Last month we found out that the house we have been renting for the past year and a half is going on the market in May and we will have to move. I don't have a problem with the moving part, Erik and I have moved seven times in the past nine years. Yes, I said seven times. But this time is different. We made a home here; our little ones played in the back yard and colored on the wall. We were home. This move will be different for me, I feel as though I am leaving a little behind. I'm afraid of where we are going.

I want a home of my own; I desire a place to put down roots. And the more I think about it, the more I know what I want. Want but cannot have. Buying a home is not in the cards for us right now, three kids on one income is hard. Trying to find that extra cash for a down payment is even harder. So here is our plan, here is where I am placing my high hopes. We plan on finding something small and cheap to snuggle into for a while so that we can save up for that lofty down payment. After that I have really high hopes.... this is what I hope for.

Ok, not that exactly. But I crave something in the country; a little space, a place to watch my little one play in puddles and search for bugs. A place where my family can be warm and safe. A place where we can listen to the birds in the morning and enjoy a cup of coffee on the front steps. I want to live simpler. I want to be home.

So here I sit, looking at ads for tiny rentals but I have high hopes that one day a place like this will be my home.

I have such high hopes.