Every now and then, not more than once every few weeks, now that Chad is back living in the area, I check the houses for sale in our old town of MO. Last night, right before I went to bed, I clicked on “new listings” and there it is . . our old house . . for sale again! Except for it being in the city limits and the red tag man, that house is as close to perfect as it gets. I loved everything about that house except the location.
It has two bedrooms on the main level, along with 2-1/2 baths. It has two bedrooms and a full bath in the basement. It has a garage in the basement as well as a 3 car garage on the main level. It has a wonderful kitchen. It has a dang good air conditioner because we put it in right before we left. It has a shop for Vince and 1 acre on a little creek where morel mushrooms grow. The basement has a wonderful big room for a sewing room, a concrete safe room inside the basement, a great place for storing canned food.
If I were planning the perfect house, I can’t think of anything I would change . . this is really a perfect house for us.
But, even the perfect house in the not so perfect location is not perfect. I am not a city dweller. I cannot live with neighbors and barking dogs and the city constantly looking for an 8″ weed so I can get a red tag in my yard.
But I love that house. Real estate is so darned inexpensive there .. it makes me sad that house is not in the country somewhere. I’d be begging Vince to buy it back. I can see holidays with Addie in that house. But then I think of how much I wanted to get out of town and live in the country. Talk about feeling conflicted . . I can’t let my desire to move back to MO cause us to make a decision we would regret.