Update: I kept house hunting and finally found a room

That was in a livable house. With 4 other housemates.

I'm 31. Every day I wonder "will I be renting for the rest of my life?"
Edit: I feel grateful to God and very blessed that I am able to pay rent for now.

I bought new table mats. And new kitchen cloths. I wiped the counter clean. I placed a scent diffuser next to the flowers in the lounge.
I placed coasters on the centre table in the lounge.

The next day, things were all piled up and put aside. The sponge wipe I had kept next to the kitchen sink was folded away. My heart sank a little but I reminded myself that this isn't my house. I can't get attached to it. There's other people here that have different lifestyles. They're not obliged to use things they don't want to or keep the space how I want it.

I have this urge to be a homemaker. I wish I had a cute house where I would have my own family. I would decorate it. Keep fresh flowers. At 31, I feel all that is missing. Everyday I wonder "where are you going from here?"
I wonder if people from my generation have bought houses by my age?

Adulthood is filled with so much uncertainty.
It stresses me out all the time.
I don't feel I'm good enough at my job.
I dread the end of this year.
I don't know where I'm going after this job contract finishes.
I don't want to go back to my parents house.