Leah’s convinced that our great little house is going to be too crowded if we can manage to have another child. Maybe she’s right. I like to point out that the 97-year-old woman who sold Leah the house raised two sons there with two bedrooms and one bath, but Leah says, “that was then; this is now.â€
So we had my brother the architect over the other day to talk about plans and take some measurements. I fed him gazpacho and porter in exchange for his time. Our very base requirement is that we get another bedroom and one more bath into the design somewhere (raising the roof has been mentioned as a possibility). We’d like very much to maintain the home’s original charm and asthetic through this process, which shouldn’t be so difficult. We have a wish list, too, of things we’d love to have, time and money permitting.
We’ve set up a meeting with the bank on Saturday, and I’ve already called one builder to see if we might fit into his schedule anytime in the near future. It’s entirely possible that either of these two parties could crush our fledgling dream, in which case I suppose we’ll think about moving. Someday.
(We love our house.)