Lately I’ve been feeling an itch to buy a house, which is more than a little ridiculous given that a) houses as big as the one we’ve already got are few and far between, b) we owe almost nothing on our current house, but we’d have to borrow if we were to buy something different, and c) I love my house and have no real desire to move, ever, let alone anytime in the near future.  Still, I find myself browsing real estate ads and going out of my way to check out houses with “For Sale” signs in the yard.

I saw this one an hour or so ago when Olof and I went out for a little stroll around the neighborhood, and even though it’s immensely impractical on many fronts, I’m a little bit in love with it.  I think it’s the yard as much as anything, but I also like the wood floors and all of the windows.  The second kitchen upstairs I could do without, but having three bathrooms–we do have three daughters, after all–could come in handy.

We’re not going to buy it, of course.  We probably won’t even look at it.  I think I just have a bit of a seven-year itch with my current house.  I’ve never come even close to living in one house as long as I’ve lived here, and I’m feeling a little restless and bored with it.  Maybe it’s time to finally break open those paint cans that have been sitting in the hallway for months and hope that a new color can jolt me out of this funk.