Thursday, July 01, 2010

I'll be the last one on the dance floor when this party ends.

Yep. It's our dream house.

It's probably a smidge too big for us (we have no use for a formal living room and no one short of that lady with the conveyor vagina and 19 kids needs 3.5 bathrooms) but I can picture us there. And I picture us being really happy there.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up but it's hard when you can picture your own stuff in a house. Like the giant Chung Wah restaurant sign. I already know where that's going. And the "Party Lunch" painting. I think I have a spot picked out. I need to stop doing this. I need to stop picturing myself working in the veggie garden that's ALREADY THERE! I need to stop thinking about turing the basement into Todd's ultimate "man cave". And I REALLY need to stop thinking about the 1st floor bedroom becoming an art studio.

I've crunched so many numbers, my brain aches.

If it happens, it happens. If not, I'm sure there is another house out there that we'll fall in love with. Whether or not I actually MEAN this or am just trying to talk myself into being rational is up for debate.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I totally relate. We did the same thing a couple months back over a house in Avon. I think 5 bedrooms is the perfect amount of rooms. There are never too many rooms. Crossing my fingers for you guys! I'd cross other things too but last time they got stuck like that;P