After much anguishing and circular discussions, we have decided to buy a house in a better neighborhood and put our home up for rent. While we love the many quirks of our home: the handmade shelves supported by a crankshaft, the door covered in license plates, and a bathroom counter made from an old crib, it is time for us to move on.
In all of our discussions I have had to separate the emotional from the logic while not downplaying my attachment to the first house that I've made a home of my own. My parents still live in the same house that they raised me in, which admittedly made me have unrealistic expectations for my young family to do the same.
My husband proposed on our front steps, we've brought our two children home to this house, and bit by bit we've made this random house that we could afford our home. After frankly assessing the realities of our neighborhood and the local school, we see that sentimentality is not in our budget. Besides, our family will continue to be a family and any house we live in will become our home. Right?
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