So the House of Gina has a perplexity. Or is that a perplexion? How's about a dilemma? Yeah, we'll just stick with that.
You see, many moons ago, my parents inherited a house. It is next door to them. Their neighbor and good friend put it in a trust for them, and they were quite shocked when they found out.
You see, the house has not had hardly anything done to it since perhaps the 60's. Original kitchen and bathrooms, original carpeting, (what's left of it, anyway) original drapes, (same thing) paint, you name it. The only two things that have been done to it are a new roof and new plumbing.
Those many moons ago, talk was that Hubba-hubba and I could move into the house. Details were sketchy, timelines non-existent. I am not sure if my parents thought that by just ignoring the whole thing it would just go away. I had tried talking to them about it, but got nowhere and gave up.
Not too long ago, my mom springs on me, "So, do you want to move in here?"
Now, we love where we live. We love the city, we love the schools, we love the parks, the shopping, everything.
But we don't like our townhouse.
It is too small, it has no backyard, and only two bedrooms. We have decided that having another child in this house would not really be feasible, since we would basically be stuck here because I would not go back to work anytime soon. With real estate prices the way they are here, we could take our almost 300,000 in equity and be able to go NOWHERE.
My parent's neighborhood, not as good as it used to be. Their immediate neighborhood is great, but go a bit outside of it and it is not so hot. The schools suck, the parks are mediocre, and the shopping completely bites.
Not to mention the state of the house itself. It is so overwhelming to walk in there because there is nothing that can stay. It all has to go, and none of us is eager to take on the time and expense of fixing it up. Not to mention the damn pool. It has an empty pool. But you see, this pool was featured in Architectural Digest eons ago. My mom is a bit insistent that the pool stays.
We don't really want a pool, we want a backyard.
But we would be living life on the fairly cheap, and have free babysitting next door. Neither Hubba-hubba or myself has an issue living next door to my parents. Living there would enable us to do lots of things we cannot do right now, and it is so very tempting.
And yet not.
Thanks to everyone for your advice. It seems that even people outside of this situation are having a bit of a tough time, so I feel a bit better for my wishy-washiness. I'll give you an update whenever we manage to pull our heads out of our butts and figure things out.