For the last month I have been in dream land. Dreaming of moving to a beautiful home to finally *start* our life.
Right now I feel stuck. Like the walls are closing in. Like we are outgrowing this tiny little town/terrace home with no place to go.
I’d like to think that I’m a pretty practical person. I don’t spend money on *stuff* and live within my means. My small means.
We hold off on purchasing larger toys for little E because, well, we don’t have room for them. I sometimes wonder if I am depriving him of these larger, more exciting gifts. But then we think, he can have these when we have a bigger home….some day. Some day he’ll even have his own playroom, we dream.
For his birthday I thought, ah, screw it, and we purchased him an art easel. This item is clearly not a space saver, but I figured it was something practical. Something that he will use for years and years. So what if it takes up our whole living room, right?
We have been on the search for a home that we want to stay in for years. A home that has a lot of space and a basement and a garage and a big back yard. A home that is obviously bigger than our budget. Dream land. We’ve been racking our brains for the last month trying to find a way to make this work. Is it practical to do this and then ultimately be house poor? No. I’ve given myself a pinch. I’ve woken up.
Back to being practical.
So we are on the hunt for a small home. Probably still a town home. But one with 3 floors rather than our current 2. And one with a back yard with grass rather than a patio of stones. One that will probably still be a pain to gather my whole family in and/or a large group of friends in, but it will be our home. Our starter home. And it will probably be our home for at least a few years. Until one day when we can save enough to afford the home we dream about it.
It’s time to get real.