Sheepdog and I are always entertaining the idea of moving. The kitchen is too small, the garage is too small, and I can’t see who is pulling into the driveway because there are no windows on the south side of the house. Problem is that the real estate market is still swimming around in the toilet, so we would lose money if we sold now. Additionally, we like lots of things about this house… the general floor plan, the schools, the neighborhood, and the location.
So we continue the crazy dance and we change our decision just about every other month. Remodel. Move. Remodel. Move. Definitely we should remodel. Absolutely we’re going to move. And so it goes…
You never know which one of us will get the bug to switch up the current plan. The catalyst can be anything from a shift in the global political scene to an accidental stumbling upon House Hunters. Last week the stock market was doing a really fine roller coaster impression. Not much surprise when Sheepdog then called out “Remodel!” So I drew up a wish list and some rough sketches and we met with our contractor.
What we want to do is a decent-sized project. We want to blow out a wall to expand the kitchen. That means taking real estate from the existing screened porch and enclosing that room to make it part of the house. We might as well put in some mudroom cabinets and a bench and a side porch with a window while we’re fiddling around in there. We also would like to take the existing deck (which is untapped real estate now because it is either too hot or covered with pollen) put a roof over it, add some walls of windows (that we can close occasionally to keep the pollen out) and make it a 3-season porch. And back to the kitchen… there are some tweaks in functionality that I’d like to see occur in there, so let’s just gut it and start over. Oh, and I’d like to re-do the master bath while we’re at it.
Yes… a “decent-sized” project. We should just move. Ugh.
Sheepdog just shakes his head at me. What? A girl can dream, can’t she?
Wish me luck for tomorrow…