After listening to colleagues talk about their dream house today, or at least the dream house of the moment, I realized I have a very different idea than most people. Their dream houses had hardwood floors, and granite counters with loads of bedrooms (for their own stuff, not children or relatives). They were ideally in brand new neighborhoods with loads of upgrades and far away from their neighbors. The houses were gargantuan and cost way more than they made in a year.
My dream house for the moment is a postage stamp size flat in a brownstone, on a tree-lined street in London. Then moving into another brownstone not too far with plenty of room for family and friends and the (future) twins, of course. Mansions and giant farmhouses are beautiful and elaborate, but why spend the money if they're not in a fun place? More importantly why spend all the money you have on a mortgage of a giant house, if you can't go out to dinner and enjoy your surroundings?
Eating, traveling, enjoying time with family and loved ones are all infinitely more important than how big your space is, don't you think?
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