We are looking around at our house and wondering.
Should we? Shouldn’t we?
Are we capable of making this work?
How much medication would I TRULY need?
Seriously, it’s a big decision. Especially now, in this economy. Do we stay or do we go?
We love our little house. In all honesty, people balk when I tell them that we literally did a quick walk through of the space before we put an offer on it, but that’s all we did. I walked in for the last ten minutes of an open house – we had both planned to go, but Jack had gotten sick on the drive over, so Bryan took the boys home and I went alone. I saw the kitchen, saw the wine fridge, noted the bedrooms were perfect – a master, a boy’s bedroom in space theme, and a nursery – and told the realtor I was finished. She asked if I had any questions, and I said, “Nope, thanks. You’ll be hearing from me soon.” I’m sure she thought I was crazy.
But Bryan and I had been METICULOUS about our first purchase together. We had made two other offers – both on bigger homes, but both houses needed LOTS AND LOTS of work – and ultimately had not been able to reach an agreement. (Um, we’re not going to pay you above-market-value on a home that has an obvious foundation issue or a kitchen from 1960.) So after MONTHS of planning every waking moment around open houses, I knew this was our home.
I called the realtor back and asked her to hold the open house for another half hour so we could switch kids, and Bryan did the same quick walk through. That night, we made an offer.
And we’ve LOVED this little house.
But we quickly outgrew it. Kids grow up, and although the big, bulky baby items leave the nest, the kids seem to quickly absorb the empty space with stuff. Three dogs, 1 (and a half?) cat, a snake, two boys, Bryan, and little ole me.. is too much in our house. Not to mention the fact that we can’t comfortably have company.
So. We’re at a crossroads. Do we sell and move? Or do we expand on our current home? And we’re not sure.
Our local housing market says they’re okay. Sure, that’s what the reports say, but I can personally report that there are three foreclosed houses two streets over that have been FOR SALE for – literally – years now. I can’t speak for the condition of the houses, but.. that doesn’t bode well. Also, that afore-mentioned cadre of folks/animals that live here? That’s a lot to juggle in and out for showings.
Not to mention the chaos of moving is giving me hives just thinking about it. OCD and moving are oil and water, my friends.
So do we build on to our existing home? I’ve often contemplated the idea of adding a second story to our home. It’d give us just enough space to grow into. And honestly, I love our kitchen SO SO MUCH that I’d almost be okay with the constant flow and chaos of construction happening in our home. But I know nothing about that world. NOTHING. I’m way more versed in the world of real estate – buying and selling – than I am about construction. My knowledge of construction and renovation is centered solely in that movie The Money Pit.
AND THEN THERE’S LOCATION. We’re not deeply rooted in our neighborhood now. If we had our druthers, we’d love to move to the north end of the city (or even the county!), where there’s a bit more .. diversity and acceptance. (And people will not boycott my Halloween candy because of the Obama sign in my front yard.) But the houses north are generally more expensive AND smaller. (I guess diversity comes with a price.)
Has anyone built an addition on to their house? Would you do it again? Would it drive me out of my mind? I imagine that while it would probably be just fine, when it comes to preservation of my OCD-sanity, moving may just be easier.
Thus endeth this incredibly mundane and pointless post.