So over the past few weeks my husband and I have been agonizing over homes.
And I mean agonizing.
I think I have talked to every single builder in a 30 mile radius…and walked through every existing home for sale in the same area.
My husband and I sit on our computers late into the night pouring over the floor plans, number of rooms, and yard size combinations that will fit into our budget.
And our realtor is ready to pay US to buy a house.
But it’s a big decision. It’s where I want to live for the next decade and raise my family.
I’ve been a nervous wreck…a complete disaster.
I just want what will be best for my family….especially my kids…I love those kids…and I don’t know what is going to be best! How can I know for sure? I can’t! And it eats at me.
But today I realized something…it took a trip half way across the country, flight delays, cancellations, loads of turbulence, and a very late night by myself in strange places…but I finally got it.
In the end it’s not the number of bedrooms or the square footage that is going to make or break my family..it’s the people who live inside it.
Sure, I still don’t know where we will end up…but what I do know is that where ever it is we will be ok…because we will be together…and where ever together is is the only place that I ever want to be.