I love our little house. It's the perfect size for us. We have a spare bedroom, a finished basement AND a sewing room AND a cedar closet. It really was (and is) my dream home.
The house we found to rent I am glad we are just renting. I am getting the house in filthy condition (new landlord=not quite understanding why it's not ok to charge me $600 for my cats, but give me a disgusting carpet with carpet beetles). It's an old farmhouse, but the only place to put my sewing machine is in a dark cubby upstairs.
The plus is that there are 10 miles of walking trails behind the house, with a little creek that runs through it. Needless to say, my Anna is in love.
Speaking of Anna, she was recognized as a youth volunteer. She's put in over 600 hours at Heckrodt, and I am very proud of her.
But everything seems like so much work. I'm very down lately, worrying about getting a job, not even wanting to bother with school. I just don't seem to care that there's a semi coming at me in my lane.