Ideally, this would be my new home. A small cabin in a quiet lot not too far from anything.
So what if we actually got a small cabin? Well, first of all I think of the children when they come visit. They'd have to bring their own tent I guess, so winter visits would be prohibitive. No Christmases together. The meals around the large family table would have to take place outside. Try having meals outside in South Dakota. ... ...
As we contemplate putting our acreage back on the market we also begin looking at possibilities for our next home and the heart sinks. Both Husband and I are extremely allergic to what we call the generic, sterile house. Guess what is widely available anywhere? The generic house.
Buying a house is consistently a compromise. You must settle for something that is below your ideal. This seems to be the fate of so much in life. Doesn't it make one yearn for heaven?
Sorry for a rather incomplete post. I will keep my readers posted as progress is made. For now we are just beginning to talk about what it would take to put this back on the market. We are thinking of listing it on our own as we have done in the past.
The reasons behind the move is to eliminate Husband's two-hour daily commute. When we moved here, he had the flexibility of working at home quite a bit. With his new administrative position this is no longer the case. The move will involve many changes in our family life, but through our many moves our family has only grown stronger. This time it will be the same, with the added benefit that we will be able to be often in this area.