For the majority of us, such a thing as a dream house is either completely out-of-reach or light years into the future. However, that doesn't mean that we can't appreciate and do the best with what we do have.
Some of you may not remember what your first apartment, or your first house was like. As a current resident of my "first home," figuratively speaking my dream house would be anything with a decently sized kitchen.
In all reality, I wasn't expecting much when I packed up my college degree and minimal belongings to move out of my parents' house and into my own apartment.
I knew that I wasn't going to be able to afford brand new furniture, let alone a condominium. I took the hand-me-downs that I was fortunate enough to be given and attempted to arrange my new surroundings in a way that would make me feel at home.
Over the past year, the transition has come much easier, and however modest, my small nest apartment is where I feel comfortable.
It's a testament. We all have these aspirations of something more grandeur. We imagine what our lives will be like in every detail, every circumstance and every moment. We start out small and build ourselves up. It's the process that we all go through. A way of marking our way through the world.
My dreams don't disappear simply because I'm settled. On the contrary, they become bigger. The dream house is only appreciated if we take the time to build it ourselves.
Through the memories we make and the lessons we learn, we construct them piece by piece, turning the dream into a possibility. It's a tough road as we build, but the process makes us.