With a house?
Or rather a piece of property?
Pros. Six acres. Private cul de sac. Swimming pool. Seasonal creek. Huge blooming meadow. Redwoods. Gigantic oak. A little slice of heaven.
Cons. There is a ton of deferred maintenance. The house was built in the ’80’s and hasn’t been updated since. There isn’t an office for Greg so we’d have to take care of that. Etc. Oh, and it costs too much money.
Still I’m mentally buying chickens and wondering if I could talk Greg into getting an alpaca or maybe a bunny would be better. It’s the house-lust equivalent of picking out china patterns and writing Mrs Greg Miller 1000 times on my notebook cover. I am in love.
But, sadly, we are just not ready financially to make a move right now. In 18 months, we probably would leap at it. But, not just yet.
Do I need to tell you how amazing the birding was for the 40 min we walked around it?
Update: We went back and looked at it again with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. It’s an amazing piece of property. And, we desperately want to make it happen but the timing isn’t right and the money doesn’t work. So I have to let go of this particular fantasy — but I think I’ll feel an ache in my heart every time I drive by that turn in the road.
Updated Update: We drove by again tonight. There was a deer grazing in the front yard. I think I saw a Western Meadowlark on the fence. We’re fantasizing about whether or not we could make it work if we bought it with my mother-in-law. I still don’t think it will work. Fantasy is good though. Or so I keep telling myself!