We had a whirlwind weekend. Not so much physically, but mentally.
I thought a lot about keeping my thoughts to my self and then my voice went out. What I wanted to say is that I do not like where we live. I don't like to clean it, or to cook in it, or really much of anything in it. We hear our neighbors dog constantly. We hear them talk. We hear everything. The houses are literally 5 ft from ours.
We tried, we really did try to like this and make it work.
However, when I told Darrell, he felt the same way.
So, we are on the way to selling our home and building the one we plan on staying in until we die or are forced into a retirement home.
I know, some may say this is no such thing, but this really is the place we are making our oasis - the one we have bought land in before AND are looking to buy in again. It is very wooded and with 2.5 acres, we can store our RV, have fruit trees, a garden and still not see or hear our neighbors.
Yes, this means a little larger mortgage, but we are downsizing again, so it is less square footage than the one we are in. We will put 20% down, so no pmi and will cash flow any extras. We plan on living in our RV while the home is being built.
These are all preliminary plans and nothing has happened yet. We are just looking and asking questions, but this is going to happen sooner than later.