I don’t know if you remember this, but a while back I was really getting new-house-fever. I wanted something bigger, nicer, cooler – something I’d be a little more proud to invite people over to.
We currently have a tiny house that was built in 1955 (not in any of these pictures) in a neighborhood that’s……meh – I don’t know – nothing to get excited about. But, you know what, the house is paid off, and that makes it look a hell of a lot better!
So our long-term plan had been to save money so that we could buy a bigger house when Samuel got into junior high, about 6 years from now. But gosh, that’s so flipping daunting and depressing because we’d have to save 20-25% of Michael’s take-home pay a month to be able to do that. And we’re just now getting to a point where we’re where we want to be savings-wise. So saving for that house just seems like it would make things unnecessarily burdensome when we could just learn to be content where we’re at. (“What?! Why on earth would someone say that?! That’s stupid,” they seemed to say…)
So we were talking about painting the outside of our house at some point this year when we have the cash for it (to create at least a tiny attempt at curb appeal), so we went driving around taking phone pictures of the houses that we liked their paint colors on to get ideas (I do this a lot – totally looking like a private investigator or, more likely, stalker). We ended up in this one neighborhood that I’ve been drooling over for a few years now (only one pic is from there because their brick isn’t cheap enough to paint), and Michael asked if I still wanted to live there. I said, “You know, it’d be nice, but I’d rather go to Europe every year.”
Upsizing life and downsizing lifestyle – that’s our philosophy on money right now. Living like no one else, so that we can live like no one else. Perhaps if we had a double-income we could have it all, but since we don’t, we have to choose what would give us the life that we want. And having a single income was a lifestyle choice as well, so I’m not complaining at all, just recognizing that it was what we wanted.
This trip that we took to Prague was my first time ever in Europe – ever! And I left with such a desire for more adventure and enrichment in my life and in the lives of my family. I’d so rather go to Europe or Japan or Australia or Alaska or wherever than have a bigger, better house. And I think my kids would be better off traveling the world than having their own rooms.
But you know me; I’m fickle. I could totally change my mind in another year or so, but that’s why I wrote this post – to remind myself of what I’m thinking at this moment. Who knows?