Am I a bird?

I bought a house.

For a very long time I did not understand the need to stay put.  I knew my parents were going to stay put, and therefore, I did not.  I could always keep my stuff at their house while I traveled around and did whatever the hell I wanted.  I have changed.  It is not so much I need a place to put my stuff, but rather I need a workshop.  Some people call this nesting.  I call it a need to be creative.  Okay, it's nesting.  I want to create stuff, decorate stuff, make choices about furniture and paint colors, and show off my excellent party-throwing skills.  In order to do this, I need a house out of which a landlord cannot kick me.  And it's important the money you spend is going towards a long term investment.

I walk around the house and think of all the mini/many projects I want to complete.  Customized cabinet handles, pallet patio furniture, shelving, curtains, rugs, OH MY GOD I'm interested in HOME GOODS!  I am getting on my nerves.  Mostly because I do not have the financial means to get it out of my system all at once. 

So here I am...nesting...for an indefinite amount of time...