I really, really need some more comfort. 

Yesterday evening, I was sitting on the couch stitching up my stuff back together and I adored that time. I loved it so much for the reason I’ve been thinking a lot last days. It seems I could actually make a pretty-good house-keeper if to exclude the fact that I cannot spend my days at house constantly - I get frustrated. 

The thing is, that I was thinking while sewing and my thoughts were those: first, I thought I am going to make a good wife. And then, when I realized what had just passed through my mind, I was shocked. I never occurred to me I will someday desire to have my own house, my spouse and, as they say, one life for the two of us. I want it. I do not want to have kids for a while, I know what kids are, having them is a trouble and constant need for the resources. But sharing myself with someone - I need it so badly. 

I need my house. I am such a complimentary commodity.