A Home of My Own.

Last weekend I went fishing with my boyfriend and his brother in the Wisconsin Dells. It rained and stormed almost the whole trip. Most people wouldn't find the finicky weather ideal for a fishing trip, but it was perfect to me. There were signs of spring all throughout the rain and mist. Little pops of green buds and spongy moss were everywhere. We caught more fish than we have in awhile. Plus my boyfriend told me I look sexy in my chest waders (not an easy task to pull off in neoprene). But, most of the time, I didn't have fishing on my mind. Instead I was planning my future home.
Once again,  I seem to have caught a bad case of spring fever. All day at work I day dream about what I'd like to plant in my garden or how many chickens I should get. But, in reality, there's hardly room in our small apartment for the handful of potted herbs that I tried to grow during the winter. So lately I've been longing for a house of our own. Neither my boyfriend,  nor I expect much from a starter home. All we want is a small house on a few acres of land. Which has led me to believe a prefab home might be the way to go. Growing up, no little girl pictures a prefab home as their dream home. But the picture of a small, log cabin or cute A-frame styled home, nestled at the end of a long driveway seems ideal to me now. What do you think? Have any of you lived in a prefab house or rustic cabin? By this time next year, hopefully I will  be writing by the fireplace of my new home.