My husband and I are ready for a house, a permanent place to call our own. Renting made sense when we first got married and has continued to be necessary to save up a good down payment for a house, but we're ready to be done with it. After a certain amount of time, all the "homey" touches like wall decor and furniture can't hide the fact that an apartment is not a real home.
We recently found our dream home through a serious of random events and we're trying hard not to get too attached or think too much about it, in case it doesn't work out. But it's hard. More than any other house we've seen, this is the one we can see ourselves in the best. It's got the perfect deck for having friends over for a summer BBQ, a large family room to host family Christmas', and a big yard perfect for kids to run around in. We could grow old in that house.
It's hard to know if we stumbled upon this dream house because we're somehow meant to have it, or if it's really just that: a dream house.
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