Earlier today I was contemplating how awesome it would be to
move to a bigger house.
My family currently is tucked up in a 1,500 square foot
1950-something split level house with a one stall, tuck-under garage. The upper
level has 2 bedrooms a bathroom, our living room, kitchen, and dining nook. The
lower level has another bedroom and bathroom along with a family room, and of
course, the garage. It sounds like a lot
of space when I type it out, but it feels a little cramped sometimes. My boys
share a bedroom, and I sometimes wonder if they would sleep better by
themselves. NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY CURRENT HOME!
But then I look around and see how much of our space we don’t
use well. Our downstairs family room is hardly ever used. We watch TV down
there sometimes, but probably only a couple times a week. The lower level
bedroom houses a treadmill and the printer. The downstairs bathroom… well, it
is currently housing a few cans of paint. We use the shower strictly for
washing the dog.
So why do I want a bigger house? I’m not using all the space
I have! Sure, a few extra cupboards in the kitchen would be nice, but is it
nice enough to pay more for a mortgage? At the moment, no. In the future (maybe
if there is baby #3), perhaps. For now I’m going to enjoy the pounding of
little feet outside the bathroom door. I’m going to enjoy the little shoes that
clutter my small entryway. I’m going to enjoy my life and my home, because it
is the one I have now, and it isn’t worth wishing away!
Someday I will buy a new house. Maybe I'll buy the house that is pictured above, but today is not that day.
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