When we first got married, it was important to The Husband and I that we be close to the city and thus close to the action.  We were still in the phase where we were going downtown most weekend and we wanted to be a cheap cab ride away from home.

We bought our little house on the park just a few blocks outside of Minneapolis proper 4.5 years ago.  We turned it into a home and The Husband in particular put a lot of work into it by finishing off the basement.  We did as much as we could afford to do in order to create the type of place we wanted to live.

Since having a baby, though, we see all the glaring ways this house is lacking.  We see that it lacks the square footage we’d really like, it doesn’t have all the bedrooms on one level, and it doesn’t have nearly the acreage we’d like (our yard — if you can even call our patch of grass a yard — is laughable).  We want wide open spaces outside and room to move around inside.  It certainly doesn’t help that we’ve found our dream house on the border of MN and WI and the current price is just within our reach. 

It’s frustrating to feel stuck right now.  It’s frustrating to think about how we want to grow our family and know that the house is out there, for sale, that will fit our growing family perfectly.  But it’s frustrating that there are so many things that need to fall into place before we can ever truly dream of making that move.

I try really hard to be grateful every day for all that I have.  A great marriage, a wonderful little boy, supportive family and friends, food on my table and a more than satisfactory roof over my head.  But today, for some reason, all I can think about is how badly I want to be in our dream house.