I mentioned the other day that I spent most of my time in the car on our trip to Atlanta daydreaming about the house I’d love to build someday. I say build instead of buy because I have some pretty specific requirements. It must be surrounded by mature trees. It must have plenty of windows and a big ‘ol porch. It must be located within thirty minutes of both my parents and in-laws. And it must have a guest bedroom on the ground floor with an attached bathroom. Our grandparents on both sides of the family have had quite a bit of drama lately and it’s been a wake up call–I want to be sure I’m able to move a parent into our home someday if we need to, and having a suitable bedroom on the ground floor is critical to that end.
I prefer a traditional exterior and a focus on the outdoors. Behold, my favorite houses…
Oh man. This last one just gets me. I want to go to there.
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But while I love drooling over photos, what really gets me going is floor plans. My parents subcontracted the construction of their own home when I was in middle school and one of my favorite pastimes was paging through their home plan catalogs, then drafting out my own designs. Yesterday while Jack was napping I got out my graph paper and drew up my dream house based on a couple of different layouts I’d seen online. My grandparents had a business doing custom home designs for many years so maybe that’s why I like it so much.
Bear in mind that I am filthy rich in this scenario. I think that this house would be about 3,000 square feet–a little bigger than I thought that I wanted but I can see it comfortably housing both an aging parent and a gaggle of kids (and someday grandkids). If I had my druthers, this would be the house I lived in until I died. But I know that most folks can’t afford to buy/build their forever home until they’ve been saving a little longer than we have so I’m not holding my breath that this dream will be realized anytime soon. Maybe someday though, right? If Nick rents a lot of cars and my student loans get forgiven and I keep on keeping on with the cheapness. Or maybe we’ll end up settling into a house that is not exactly perfect but still pretty great because, hello, we live there, and that’ll be enough. That’s probably what’ll happen.