When I used to dream of my prince charming I always dreamed of our castle, too. I don't know that I ever expected something huge. From a young age my mother would tell me "you don't start off where your parents leave off". That I would get a little tiny house that needed love and paint and when I loved and painted the house then I could trade it in for one a little bit bigger that needed a little less love and paint.
It is a weird thing, looking for a "first house". How many beds? Bath? The back yard, how big? What neighborhoods? Schools? Its all so funny to think about because our kids are still invisible little thoughts in the back of our minds, years down the road. It is important though. You buy the house and make it a home.
And thats where I stand. Weeks away from signing the dotted line and promising this house on the beautiful, quite street with the big back yard and the room for 5 someday that I will give it the love and the paint it needs to turn it into a home.
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