So, after 14 years of planning and then stalling, and then debating whether we should renovate our charming little place, we decided to move. Since Hubby builds houses regularly, he was going to be the main force behind the reno. But so many years later, we now have two children and two full-time jobs and we even manage to have hobbies and interests now and then … all of which we realized would be sacrificed in some way or another if we spent a year doing a renovation. And when I say renovation, it was really a three-story extension to the existing house.
We decided to move.
We did our mourning for our reno dream. We looked, and looked, and looked some more for the right home. And then, we found it. By happenstance really. My girlfriend, who lives in a really great neighbourhood, mentioned that she thought her neighbours might be moving sometime soon. I then began an email communications with the owners. And in the meantime, we kept looking, and looking, and looking. But we kept coming back to this house.
So we bought it.
And now we are moved into our new home, and slowly but surely getting all the boxes unpacked. It feels so right here for us. Which is a mighty relief. We are really so very happy.