Five hours till next year.

I worked for a few hours today, in a zombie trance, due to lack of sleep.
Here I am again- rambling on my blog when I could be napping.

I got caught up looking through favorites I added a few weeks ago of apartments we could afford in Chicago. (assuming we both find jobs quickly) Chicago seems to be on the table now that we realized we weren't Savannah bound.

I've always known about the art school in chicago that I wanted to go to, I just thought Savannah was more me. I guess Im more of a city girl than I realized. When my husband found a grad-school there for him, offering the field he wants to study, I kinda took it as a sign.

Now here we are, moving at turtle speed again- both trying to work (but neither of our jobs offer enough hours) Both afraid to go due to financial fears and well, fear of failure.

My ideal place to live

I love loft apartments and hard wood floors.
Warm earth tones and bright rooms.

My dream place.

I love this place so much I could cry.

All of these just seem like a pipe-dream right now.

And I don't know which way to turn to get there.