As of today our little 1900's house was put on the market.
A few weeks ago I was devastated, last week I was stressed beyond belief and this week, but today I'm oddly resolved.
Jon and I have been talking in the last few months about expanding our family I'll be 25 next year and ideally that was when I wanted us to try to start having our first child. As much as I love this house, have pined and slaved and sweated over this house-- it is no where near being the child friendly home I envisioned for us when we bought it three years ago. Some might even argue its less kid friendly now then it was when we first purchased it.
Between the both of us, we make enough to save and do projects but not enough to fix this house into our dream home. No where near that. With Florida's sagging market were not even sure we will be able to get what we paid much less what we put into the house over the last three years.
We decided that the only way we wouldn't feel slighted about selling our home and not turning a profit is if we downsized to a much smaller home and moved to North Carolina where we have both always dreamed of living. Florida has never been either one of our first loves and we have talked for years about moving to Raleigh and simplifying our way of life to insure more travel time and more money for us to start a family of our own.
So we talked to our Realtor today and it's getting listed to test the waters so to speak. I hope for our sake things go smoothly.