Steve and I have new house fever again. It happens every spring.
We drove all over the countryside this weekend looking for the perfect home.
We visited midtown neighborhoods with quaint 20's style cottages and some with old oil barron mansions (hardly a mansion by todays standards).
We visited the newest suburban neighborhoods with McMansions built on every square inch of a city lot allowable.
We drove out to the countryside and looked at properties near the lake and agricultural properties.
We looked at inner city acreages that are being swallowed up by the sprawl of urban growth.
We looked at 70's era neighborhoods where homes were built big and ugly and imagined what we might do to improve one and start a remodeling revolution.
We imagined what our lives might be like if only we had the perfect house. Do you ever do this?
And then an epiphany! We realized the perfect house won't bring us the life we want to live. If we want the life we dream of, we better start living it, right where we are.















