Millions

I went to my physical therapist's new office today. She has been gushing about the space for awhile - a vacant loft-like open room that her husband (he's a contractor) has been toiling away at for the last week. Her description involved faux-window rooftops, with seperate little cabins, the outsides painted different colors to resemble an Italian village.

The whole thing sounded frankly nutty to me, but when I walked into the cobbly, wobbly courtyard and up to her brand new door, I was downright amazed. There are six different cabins for patients, each with their own door and window, and they really do make me think of Italy. There is a waiting area with plants and big windows, looking out onto a private garden. They have truly worked miracles, and seeing her new digs has made me realize something that has caused me to be dreamy, sad, and wistful all at once: I would like some space to play with.

Ideally, this space would be up on the last floor, with wooden floors, high ceilings, and an entire wall (or half-wall) of windows. It would need lots of work, and I would be able to play with the space as necessary.

While maintaining my conversation with the PT today, I wandered my way through a long and detailed reverie that involved installing my own kitchen and creating the equivalent of my sister's "craft corner" (it's amazing and I'm jealous, but that's ok). I fully walked through the apartment of my dreams, examining each section in detail, when the lack of finances reality came wandering through the front door.

And of course, I remembered that I am still begging my landlord to replace our crappy pull-out couch (I rent a crappily-furnished apartment), which means I am a long way from having my special loft space.

However, in working on my thesis, little by little, I have discovered something new in myself that I had previously been unaware of: I actually have a reasonable capacity for patience. My next aim is to exploit it.

So here's the plan: work slowly but surely, and eventually become a millionaire.

That's all I need to get the space of my dreams.

Can't be that hard, right?