House Hunting: We Need More Space (and Fewer Stairs)

Y’all. House hunting with a five-year-old and a baby is basically an extreme sport. We’ve looked at twelve houses in two weeks, and I’m not even exaggerating when I say I cried at three of them. Not happy tears – pure overwhelm tears.

House Hunting: We Need More Space (and Fewer Stairs)

Marcus has a very specific checklist: garage for his “projects” (read: future hobby graveyard), good internet for work, and a basement “just in case.” My list is simpler but apparently more expensive: big kitchen, mudroom, and a yard where the kids can actually run around without me having panic attacks.

Narrowing down the options

The mortgage calculator made Marcus cry actual tears yesterday. I pretended not to notice.

But then we found it. The house. Sophie ran straight to the swing set in the backyard and declared it “perfect.” Theo babbled happily from his stroller. And Marcus looked at the two-car garage and got that same dreamy expression he had when he proposed.

The big decisions happen here

I stood there imagining birthday parties and summer barbecues and watching the kids grow up in this space.

Imagining the kids playing in our new yard

Now we just have to convince the bank we’re responsible adults. Wish us luck.