open house?

So our overabundance of snow is finally melting.  Actually, we're very lucky to have had a fairly mild spell and rain which really helped the level to lower rather quickly.  The warmer weather has brought a resurgence of thoughts involving an upgrade of our humble abode.  It happens every year.  Chris and I get the spring fever, and start taking in open houses and checking a variety of realtors' websites looking to find that perfect house that we can share.  We're now well past our '5 year plan' with the mini-home, and while the place suits me fine for space, it really isn't suiting Chris' or his budding business needs.

Sunday we waltzed into an open house in a new subdivision in Cornwall that blew the socks off of both of us.  It was gorgeous.  The layout was perfect.  It suited us to a complete T (you should have seen the freaking walk-in closet for me - which, by the way, was the 2nd of the 2 closets in the Master.  That's right - his and her closets, his is 'regular' sized, and hers is gloriously oversized).  Even the colour of the house was awesome.  The basement was a blank canvas for a future 'man cave', and the double garage would suit Chris' needs for a studio just fine. The only hitch? Oooh, something about a mortgage that would be at least triple what we pay now.

Yeah.  So, there'll be no need to save packing boxes for us just yet.

When you find the perfect house do you then stay in the less than perfect home you have to try to pinch and save enough to one day get you into the house you really want?  Do you still look at an in-between thing to tide you over and possibly turn over a better resale to get you into your perfect place in another  5 years?   Do you find a contractor and a piece of land and try to build it on your own, hoping for a smaller price tag in the end?  So many decisions.  So much we don't know.  It's kind of exciting, though.

At least we have an idea of what we want.  And we'll wish and dream and hope, and we'll likely end up in the mini-home for yet another couple of years.  At least we have aspirations.  We'll get there some day.  Being a grown-up is tough sometimes.  Man I want that closet.  Yeah, so millionaires, if you're still reading - feel free to send me that million.  Even a couple hundred thousand would be perfect.  I'll even write a post in honour of you and your generosity.  And I'll take pictures of my closet.