Just close your eyes and click your red sparkly heels three times!
Hubby and I decided this weekend that we aren't going to pursue The House.
It just didn't feel totally right.
Don't get me wrong, we so much wanted it to feel right.
But unfortunately, in this day and age, in this real estate market...it didn't.
Thinking about trying to sell was stressful.
Thinking about how much $$$ we WOULDN'T be getting if/when we sold our Trenches was stressful. (Thanks, Mr. Short Sales and Mrs. Foreclosures.)
Thinking about how much more our mortgage payment would potentially be was stressful.
But staying where we are and imagining the possibilities isn't stressful.
Renovating our kitchen. (Which, yes, I admit, I'm sure will be stressful at the time. But now? Ahhhh...to just dream of additional cabinet and counter space...)
Expanding the back deck and landscaping the back yard.
Being able to afford our yearly vacations to Myrtle Beach and Cape Cod.
I know we've made the right decision.
But it still stings.
Being a responsible grownup is hard. Blech.