(little monster embroidery I’m working on)

As I sit in my little studio (which I have to first say that I quite like) all I can think about is how very much I would like to move into a larger, brighter space.

I moved here at the beginning of August and this is really, truly the first place I have ever called “my own”. I’ve always, since I moved out of my parents house at 18 ( I may have even still been 17) shared my space with someone else.

Right now this place is an incredible mess, which I have been “meaning” to clean for the last week. But the more I stare at all of my stuff, jam packed into this place, the more I think that perhaps I need to move on. I really do enjoy my roommate, the area where I live, our lovely big yard and the whole bit. But still.

I guess the issue, however, is money. (When is the issue not going to be money?)
I don’t think I can actually afford a larger space. And also my pets. I have two dogs ( a dachshund and a chihuahua), three birds (two love birds and a parrotlet, which occupy two cages), and a ball python (which I have sadly been debating whether or not I should rehome for the last several months). I’m likely going to get another small-ish bird in the near future and at the beginning of February, my friend from the Betta Club is bringing me some BEAUTIFUL show quality bettas. So… besides money, I also need to find someone who is okay with my little zoo.

Here is how I picture my ideal place: A lovely, airy studio apartment, with a small kitchen (and bathroom as my current place has neither and I go inside my roomates house to use those!) with either hardwood floor or concrete. I’d like the walls painted a very light color and I’d love it to have lots of windows. And if it was in San Francisco, I’d be in heaven.

I guess we can all dream right?

(Dingo taking a breather during our walk)