Moving...

I am moving on Friday to a new place, to a cheap dirty dorm that I already know has mice in it!
Since I have moved to Canada 2 and 1/2 years ago, it's now maybe the 6th or 7th time that I am moving. I have learned that I have to be able to accommodate all my life in 2 to 3 portable suitcase.
Even though I am a designer, I have never dreamed of a luxurious house for myself, and I never remember that I have ever envied of others wealth and expensive houses; indeed, I don't feel comfortable in those kinds of houses....Maybe I can go with a nicely decorated house but not with a luxurious one.
However, I have always dreamed of a small studio for myself with lots of paints, brushes and painting instruments, painting books and drawings on the walls.
Painting is the only thing in this world that offers me a sense of meditation. Something precious that while sticks my body to the ground, flies my mind away from the material world.