So, we're in San Antonio again -- this time, officially, on a house-hunting mission. Hubby has been out with the realtor in all his spare time in the last week or so and has narrowed the list of possibilities down to about . . . sixteen.
Sixteen. He narrowed it to sixteen. That gives you an idea of how many total houses he's been looking at. I'm so glad I have him.
Somebody asked the girls and I recently what we were looking for in a house. All each girl really wanted was her own room -- and her own bathroom, although I told them not to hold their breath for that one.
When we bought our house in Springfield, Missouri, having a guest room was a big deal because we were going to be further away from family and when people came to visit, they would need a place to sleep. And I discovered there the pleasures of a tub with Jacuzzi jets (something I've really only used and valued a lot when I've been pregnant) and a large walk-in closet -- both items which went on the wish list gioing forward.
By the time we were moving to New Jersey, I had a child and much more family-living experience, and I had different desires. I wanted a separate dining room. I'm not even sure why now, but I did. I wanted lots of storage space. I wanted a real, wood-burning fireplace. I wanted a basement, or some kind of play area where we could put the kid's toys and they wouldn't be underfoot all the time. And I wanted a rural feeling in the environment (a challenge to find in New Jersey, but we did it).
When we moved to Sioux City, with two children now in tow, I wanted everything we'd had before . . . plus a homeschool space. And a three-car garage (we expected to add a driver while we were there).
But I feel like I'm coming into this search with a different mindset. I don't know if it was the long period of unemployment . . . or the consideration of a move to Panama . . . but I have very little I feel like I need in a house right now. In fact, we'll be living in hubby's apartment for a while, I expect, and I feel content with that. When my friend asked what I wanted in a house, all I could think of that I would really covet was a nice, shady back porch or deck with an attractive view where I could sit and work and visit and read and relax. Having a door to that from the master bedroom would be even better. Maybe I'm getting old.
But hubby did mention a house with a library. A library. Oh, yeah. That would be nice.