A tea kettle, a white one that whistles when the water is ready. A teapot,a large one for me to make tea. A long vintage robe for me to wear while I relax and sip my tea. And a house, a real house, for me and my kitchen stuff. I want all that. Not having it gives my heart pain. No more suitcases, no more one month here, two months there. No more uncertainty.