I love our neighborhood. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
I appreciate the goodies of our home. We’ve got plenty of space, more bathrooms than we could possibly use, and tons of “extras” that we’d never want to live without: plenty of outdoor spaces, brick walls, exposed beams, hardwood floors, two-floor living, in-unit washer dryer, central air. I’ve yet to see a home in our neighborhood that comes close to what we already have at the price we paid.
So why am I constantly dissatisfied with it? It’s not that I want a HOUSE – that would just be a royal PITA. As is, we love the low maintenance of our outdoor spaces. What would I do with a yard? (Other than shamefully neglect it?)
I crave sunlight! Age! Character! Beauty! Proportions! Elegance! Tin ceilings, wide hallways, crown molding, antique built-ins, wood-burning fireplaces, 13+ foot ceilings… I want something that takes my breath away every time I walk up to my home. We once had that… in the wrong neighborhood. And frankly, I haven’t seen much that passes my “curb appeal” test in our neighborhood.
So where does that leave me? I think all this means that I want to live in a Kenwood house, preferably at Kenwood prices, but in my neighborhood. Which is pretty much the same as wanting the moon.