As I’m sure you’ve all read, I hate my neighbors. Therefore, I’ve decided to move. See you later suckers!
Alright, I’m being dramatic. I am looking to move but I guess I can’t blame it ALL on my abhorrent duplex-mates. The hubs and I, once again, have decided to throw our hats into the real estate ring and see if we can’t finally man up and buy something. We ain’t getting any younger kids! And between brewing, wine making, 3 cats, 2 snakes, a couple of cars, a mutual shoe fetish and the hubs’ countless hobbies involving toys, books, comics, skateboards, bikes and useless plastic objects – we’re just plain out of room.
Which brings me to my neighborhood dilemma…
I love love LOVE where I live – specifically the east side of D-Town, more specifically Congress Park. But I can’t afford to buy here. WHO CAN? (Shut up. I don’t want to hear if YOU actually can.)
Admittedly, my heart is set on staying on the East side – Mayfair, Park Hill or City Park North all seem acceptable. We’ve looked at a few possibilities. But have yet to find ‘the one’. THE ONE where I can see myself staying for a while; and will love it; and will give us the space we want; and where I won’t mind that I’m doubling my expenses and be willing to forego frequent pricey dinners out because now I have a house payment, etc.
This weekend we’re expanding our horizons and venturing over to the
dark west side. As we all know, the Highlands is where it’s at these days. But who I am kidding – I can’t afford it over there either – unless I buy a super tiny house. Which will not do! So, maybe Sunnyside, Chaffee or Berkeley. Either way, the choices in our price range are limited.
SO – dare I say it… we’ve added Wheat Ridge to the mix.
GASP. THE HORROR! SAY WHAT? Can I really do it? Move to the suburbs? Leave my beloved East Colfax? Cross the proverbial point of no return (aka: Sheridan Blvd.)?????
Help me out here. Tell me it’s ok. That I will survive. That the square footage and big yard trade-off will be worth it. (We could build a chicken coop!)
Or… pull me back off the ledge of impending suburbia. Shake me hard, slap me and scream ‘FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN… DON’T DO IT!’
Either way. I’m asking for your input.