Eight years later, my dream house is what I have right now: a two-bedroom humble rental in Australia where my husband and I lives. As empty as a box when we first moved in three years ago, the progress of this apartment symbolized our growth as couples and as new adults. I was a hopeful 25-year-old moving in with my then-boyfriend, both with temporary visas and unsure futures. I hardly had any idea on how to furnish a house. We started by filling it up with usual necessities and for almost a year, our place was still stripped from any décor or colour. Gladly as time went by, we found our feet in Australia, in our new apartment, and in our relationship. We got engaged. Tied the knot. We replaced the second-hand couch, bought new curtains, ditched the IKEA mattress and changed the decorations as our budget permitted. We have only one television in the living room so that we will be forced to watch and relax together in the same space. Dinner is only served once so that both of us will have to eat together. Simple things for some people but incredibly important to me who lived in a 5-bedroom house, each with our own telly, with family members who dined separately whenever we pleased. The housing market in Australia is astronomical akin to any first world country but I have faith that life will lead us to our future home. After all, I never dreamed of a luxurious life – I just want a comfortable life that can afford annual vacations, health insurance, mortgage, and a portion for savings and retirement.