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I've been overwhelmed by an urge to redecorate my bedroom at the very least, if not the entire house. I want to paint the walls not-white (although I can't) and to drape my bed in silk sheets and velvet bedding and pillows. I want to take down the white miniblinds and replace them with curtains. I'm so tired of renting; tired of the beige carpet and the particleboard and white linoleum and appliances and the white walls in every single room. I want marble and real wood in the kitchen and wood floors with big, thick area rugs and warm, inviting colors and a real fireplace. While I'm at it, I want a huge bathroom with a soaking tub and a shower and a vanity table. And room for more pets. I want someplace that really feels like home. No matter how long I live in this townhouse, it will never feel that way to me. I'm comfortable here because I get set in my ways pretty easily, but there's very little of "me" in this place; for all intents and purposes it looks just like every other townhouse and apartment in this development. I have promised myself that I will own a house before I am 35, so I'd better get moving. [No, Greg, that was not intended. ;-P]