quest for a home

I am on a quest. … and yes this is a larger quest than my smaller ones for the right pair of suspenders, another work table, or that perfect chocolate candle that smells like double chocolate fudge brownies when burned!
One of my life goals, and honestly the largest one I have, is to own my own home. All my life we have lived in small apartments with white walls and not much of a yard to speak of, enough is enough. I want to paint walls, plant a garden that won’t get ripped up by a landlord, have a place for children to run, possibly a goat or two. We have also been welcomed into people’s homes when we didn’t have one of our own and it’s about time that I pass that blessing on to others. I want to have a place to offer to those in need. I want to be able to say, “You need a filling meal and a warm bed? Well come stay with me as long as you need.” There’s no need to ask for anything in return, it all comes around in the long term. If someone is capable of providing a service in exchange, barter time for room and board, that is fantastic and a blessing in and of itself, but I will never outright ask for anything in return. This is something that has been placed on my heart to provide as a service, hopefully a blessing to someone else. I’m just repaying my debts.
People tell me I’m crazy for wanting to buy a house, they tell me that I’m too young and I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. Well, maybe I don’t, but never have I felt more strongly about something in my life, as short as it may be thus far. I’m also stubborn as a mule and if you tell me I can’t or shouldn’t do something I end up taking that as a challenge and push through anything you may throw my way.
So my biggest quest is for the right home. I’m looking for a place with a story, whether its been built in a unique way, or its an old farmhouse full of memories and past stories, births and deaths, its up to God to lead me to the right place, with the right amount of land… small children require trees to climb and grass to stain their knees, mud to track into the kitchen, and dandelions to pick.

I’m just looking for home.