I don't own the house I live in. I rent the house I live in. I rent a house I don't particularly like. While it has enough bedrooms, living room, family room, kitchen, dining room, etc. I don't like that the kitchen is too small (definitely not a cook's kitchen), I've had to convert the family room into an office, and there is simply not enough room for three women to spread out and claim some space of their own - except for their own bedrooms. This summer, when my rental lease expires, I'm hoping to fix that by finding a larger rental but because of my unhappiness with the house we live in - I often find myself dreaming of what I would like to live in. What I would like to own. What I would like to call my own.