It’s time. We need a bigger house. We’ve officially filled this house to the max, although some might argue we’d done that when we moved in. We made it work through a mixture of knocking out walls and moving dressers into hallways and generally staying zen about the situation.
We’ve been keeping our eye out for a potential house for awhile now. Obviously, the more bedrooms, the better. And we wanted a minimum of 10 acres, preferably closer to 20. Not much to ask right?
This house is a 6 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath home that is an A-frame with an add-on room that serves as a huge master bedroom. It’s on 25 acres at the end of the road. Rather secluded with the nearest neighbor a half-mile away, yet only 2 miles from the main highway and 10 minutes from town.
I’m telling myself it’ll all be worth it to move into this house where my boys can catch frogs in the pond to their heart’s content and run amuck through the woods without running into a fence or rowdy neighbor. But there’s a huge part of me cringing at what it means to sell the house we’re in. Fixing the kitchen cabinets and floor. Eliminating at least two of our clothes dressers and putting extra bookshelves (and books!) into storage. The hassle of making the house look nice for showing is overwhelming to me right now.
Do I have to? (in whiny preschooler-foot-dragging-voice)
I think it’s all worth it for this bay window view.
Yes, yes it is.