The choices we make...

As my husband and I continue our search for our own little patch of paradise, I find myself thinking more and more about the tradeoffs we make as we build the life we want.

Yesterday we looked at a home that would make an ideal homestead. Nestled on a dirt road out in the country, it is a turn of the century farmhouse with more than enough space and resources to provide for our family. But on the drive home, we realiozed the downside. It is so far from town that allowing my children to continue the sports and activities that they love would be difficult if not impossible. The time and gas spent getting to and from baseball, dance, football, and scouts would be overwhelming, and with no close neighbors they wouldn't be likely to make new friends nearby. So reluctantly I found myself scratching that house off the list. As much as I dream of a little farmhouse on a lot of land, it just doesn't fit into what we want for our family right now.

So we move on with a clearer idea of exactly what we want in a house and of where our limits lie.