A Grown-Up

I've always felt as though I was already an adult. I've always been far too young and not nearly far enough into life to get what I wanted, to live how my mind functioned. In body I was a child, in mind, I was much older.
In recent years I've had a recurring feeling of wanting to be secure in my life, in a financially secure place, to be happy, to have a family. It doesn't happen often and it doesn't last long. That is, not until recently. In the past year, I've had an odd urge to settle down, though I could never do so as young as I am.
In spite of not having the means to do so, I crave it. How strange for me to crave such a thing... I've always put on the air that it is certainly not for me while in reality, it is something I'd like very much.
A wonderful old house, made of brick, inside decorated with brights colors in a multitude of patterns and textures. Big soft beds and a full fridge in a kitchen that I actually use. Living with someone I love, creating artworks that people actually want to buy by day and love by night. Never a marriage, it's not something I believe in, but a ceremony of love in the backyard full of bright flowers and rich green grass. Then, after a few years of life and love, a little family. A beautiful little child with wispy blonde hair, huge, curious eyes, and flushed cheeks.
Though it sounds like a fairy tale, I believe it can happen. Nothing is perfect all of the time, but most of the time is enough for me.