Small town living

I've noticed lately that the older I get the less I seem to care about "having it all" when it comes to the big house or fancy neighborhood. I find myself dreaming about an older house with some character. A house full of mini Brad and Ashley's in a small town where I can walk to the store if I want, with kids in tow, hopefully without having to dodge 30 mph traffic on the way and having a nice big yard to let my kids and three dogs play in and enjoy the summer sun.

Don't get me wrong, neighbors are great and all but I don't enjoy being able to see what they are having for dinner on the back porch while I'm trying to enjoy mine. I hope some day to find that perfect little small town (in KS hopefully) where I feel safe and comfortable. Where I'm able to enjoy the everyday nothingness that comes with raising babies.  Some days I find myself thinking that homeschooling for a while could even be an option, which before kids, I NEVER thought I would say. We'll see what my thoughts are when I have multiple kids running around.

Thankfully I've got a husband who has (for the most part) the same wants and desires.  While sometimes I'm sure he thinks (ok, he knows) I'm crazy but I love that he's all about the simple life. Keeping him in a job that he enjoys on a daily basis is vital for him to succeed so while I've got dreams of living on a peaceful little plot of land, we're happy where we are for now and thankful that Brad enjoys getting up and going to work everyday.

The motivation for these thoughts come from this sweet old woman's house that Heather and I found on a walk one day. I love the everything about her house. It's surrounded by lots of shade trees, she's got a huge garden and the front porch that is wonderful and inviting.  It's not fancy but I'm sure the inside is perfectly lived in and lovely.  One day...