That is the question! I'm beginning to wonder if wanting to move is a kind of illness. A house I've liked since I was a kid and dreamed of buying when we lived in Michigan, is up for rent, though the owner says he would consider selling for the right price. I love the neighborhood and the house, although in some ways, I like my current house better. Mostly because of the changes we've made that are so very me! Pete hates moving . . . my fault since I've encouraged moving 11 times in our 14 1/2 years of marriage. So I thought I'd write out my pro's and con's list.
My house: great schools, great house, kids and husband are happy, great ward, great plans in the works with architects. The downside: I feel a necessity to add onto this house, and frankly, had a very negative experiences with a builder this summer that makes me hesitate in moving forward with our plans.
That house: great house, swimming pool, great location for Pete's work, structurally it doesn't need any additions or changes. The downside is expense and its older and quirky in some respects, although quirkiness can be charming in my mind. I also love that its in a neighborhood, opposed to my one lane (that's great, don't me wrong), but that's accessed from a busy road. Its also in the neighborhood Pete grew up in, so he's not sure he'd want to move back.
I suppose I should be thankful that these are the types of decisions I have to make versus looking for a job or dealing with a terrible illness. I know, I know . . . its just a house, but is it so bad to want to move? Maybe change is a good thing, you know, mix it up a bit! Problem is, I think my husband likes life just how it is! I'm jealous . . . how would it be to be content?
Well, there it is in a nutshell!
