Here’s what I want in a community, in a house, in a neighborhood.
I want a unique living space. Old manufacturers building turned homestead? Yes. Sharing walls? No.
I want a community and surrounding area to serve me as much as I serve them. Easy access to transit, to hiking, to an active lifestyle. I want my life to revolve around gardening, farmers markets and fresh food.
I want to be in town but feel like I have the peace of a waterfront home. I want space, however I crave neighbors and playmates for my kids.
A porch … is a must.
I want a playroom – and if there’s a magical commercial space rezoned residential with amazing 16 foot ceilings, I want that – I’ll turn the huge overhead doors that were once used for boat storage into windows. Then we’ll build our own indoor play ground. A rubber room! Full of balls and walls to climb and slides to swirl down.
I’ll compromise with a chicken coop on a property in the middle of a city. An extra, bonus space to create in, to crave, to go to.
I do not want your normal. Or what I thought was my normal for the past 27 years. I feel suffocated by the listings in our area, the school districts that dictate where we look and the ability to actually get what we want.
Maybe this just isn’t our town. I fully accept that but it’s not that easy.
I could buy a dump and spend months making it our dream. I’m fine with that. I don’t need ready made. I’m an idea girl, I’ve got a million. Location then … is what it boils down to and I’m not feeling lucky.
We’re moving … can’t you tell? Where to?
I wish I knew.