My husband and I have been looking for our dream home for a long time now—years and years of poring over properties, scouring real estate websites and following “For Sale” signs down dusty roads. Finally, earlier this year, a home and property went up for sale that seemed to be completely out of reach. It sat on an amazing property with woods and farmland and rolling hills and breathtaking views. We were captivated by all it had to offer. It seemed absolutely perfect and had everything we had ever hoped for, right down to the apple trees in the yard.
The only catch? The house that the property came with was massive by our standards.
Our family of six had lived for over eight years in a 1,600-square-foot home with three bedrooms and a nice finished basement that served as our kids’ toy room. It was a wonderful home, but things did start to get a little cramped as my kids got a bit older. The kitchen was tiny and there was no mudroom of any kind. With three girls and one boy, bedroom arrangements got a little difficult, and as my husband’s business grew, the house just seemed to not work as well as it had for us in the past.
But I loved how easy it was to clean and to find things, and spend time together as a family. It was warm, comfortable and everyone was near each other.
So, as I contemplated putting an offer in on the property, I also had to consider what such a major change in our home would look like for me, the at-home parent (who also happens to work at home), domestic manager and cleaner-of-all-the-things. Would I curl up and cry in a corner in my giant house while trying to clean it, only to be lost for days before someone would find me? Would I suffocate under the weight of 1,000 dust bunnies? Would I turn into an endless cleaning machine, trudging up and down stairs trying to find all of my family in my house?
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