I found my dream house. I love primitives, antiques, old houses. We've always been looking for an historical house but they usually need a ton of work, have no closets, too far out in the country, too expensive. It's always something. Last night we went to looks at a colonial built in the 1760s. It's 3,300 square feet, 5 bedrooms, 7 working fireplaces, 3 livingroom spaces, tons of closets, 2-1/2 baths, a nice yard. Definitely the house we would stay in the rest of our lives. It's our dream house. It's in great shape for it's age. I'd only need to replace the kitchen floor and countertops and paint the cabinets. Down the road, redo the bathrooms, replace the furnace, convert the attic into usable space.
The realtor is coming over tomorrow to appraise our house and work out the numbers to see if we can afford it. Besides the money, the other problem would be B. He's going into his sophomore year and being 15, it's all about his friends and his social life. Even though we'd only be moving 15 minutes away, it would mean a new high school. I don't know what to do. My thought is it's not like we're moving across the country and he could still see his friends alot. Plus, he'd probably do better academically in the new school. DH is leaning with B that this is one of the most important times of his life and we shouldn't put ourselves before him right now. While I do understand where B is coming from and I totally sympathize with him, I just don't think it justifies us not moving. The school system in the new town is excellent - one of the best in the state. Fifteen minutes is nothing to meet back in the old neighborhood. He could have friends sleep over our house and vice versa.