When we first started looking for a house we were really hoping for land. Coming from a very small town in SW Missouri having land was all that I knew. When we lived in the country we had a pond, a creek, cows--area to explore. We later moved into town but we still had plenty of space. Space where my brother and I could ride bikes, play volleyball and basketball (and yes, we had a volleyball court and a half basketball court, lines and all). Moving to Kansas City was a little bit of a shock at first but I got use to it. I got use to the small, fenced in back yards. The busy streets that you end up living on and hardly ever venturing into the front yard. But I knew when we decided to purchase our next home that land would be important. Top of the list important. I wanted our kids to be able to explore.
There were a number of houses that we looked at that just didn't fit the bill. The location wasn't right, the houses to the left or the right or even behind us were just too close. Then we found the one and we scooped it up. And it is as close as I am going to get to what I grew up with, especially since my JOCO husband wouldn't be happy moving farther out than what we already are.
The drive may be a little longer than what we had before. We may not have as many restaurants around us as we had before but coming home this weekend and spending time at my parent's completely solidified the choices we made. We have this when we go down to see them...
and we have this when we come HOME.
Space. Space where the boys can run and play and I don't have to be following them on their heels yelling to stay away from the street or the neighbors car or anything else. Out with the stress and in came the joy of watching them run wild.
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