I saw our new house yesterday. It wasn’t our dream house, but it was our next house. Or, so it seemed. My parents are house-hunting and took me and Delaney along to see one on their list. It’s near where they live now and although I was slightly curious to see it, I wasn’t all that interested to go. But, as we were at their house and the new house was close, I figured it couldn’t hurt to go. It did.
From the moment I walked in the door, I saw that this was our house. I watched Delaney playing in the den. I saw Roger working in his office. I pictured Thanksgiving dinner in the dining room and in the room with the fireplace across from it, our Christmas tree with Big Sis, Big Brother and Delaney all gathered around it. I watched Roger cooking in the kitchen while I sat at the breakfast bar, feeding Delaney who was laughing joyfully, sitting in her highchair. I was lounging in the garden tub, reading a book and occasionally glancing out the window at the oak trees in the garden. I saw Wizzerbelle sleeping comfortably in the guest room with a fully stocked guest bathroom right next door. I caught a glimpse of myself doing laundry inside the house in a lovely utility room while Roger worked on his classic car in the garage. I saw birthday parties and BBQs on the back deck, Delaney playing in the treehouse and our dogs gleefully running around the beautiful, expansive backyard.
Then, I saw the price of this house and watched these sentimental scenes float up, up and away. That house, our would-be new home, is not meant to be. Yet, however true that may be, something’s got to change. We love our current home, our little postage stamp of an abode. It’s charming and, luckily for us, its value has increased substantially since we bought it five years ago. But, we need more space. We’ve got to either make this house bigger or sell it and find something larger in our price range. We need a space that will allow us to comfortably host Wizzerbelle, Big Sis and Big Brother since we hope they’ll continue to visit us more often. Our little two-bedroom, one-bath cottage just doesn’t handle our needs any longer. I need a laundry room inside the house so I’m not traipsing through rain or 100+ degree heat to wash clothes. Roger needs an office so he’s not trying to work amongst the TV noise and scattered toys and he also needs a place where he can putter around on the hot rod he plans to own someday soon.
Making this house bigger would be a smart investment. Properties in our area just increase in value and more square footage would not only provide us with a little more breathing room, but it would continue to grow our little real estate nest egg. But, can we live through a major renovation? And, once we're done with it, would this house really suit our needs after all that work? I’m not sure. Roger and I plan to discuss this topic over the weekend and hopefully we can start making some decisions.
It was hard to say goodbye to the house-that-never-was yesterday, but I’m more practical now than I was when I saw our current house five years ago and had to have it no matter what. I’ve learned that a house is a house and just because we won’t have the house from yesterday doesn’t mean that there isn’t another wonderful house waiting out there somewhere for us. There is. We just need to find our path to it.