I haven't even been to Disneyworld (ONLY FIFTY-SIX DAYS AWAY!!) yet, and I'm already obsessed with next year. When we'll buy our new house.
I know our budget and I know the generalish area we will look. I have a rough idea of how much we'll get for this house (if we can keep the douchebags out of the street while people are looking at it, that is). And? I know exactly what I want. Which is a basement rancher.
Or? A split-level.
With a backyard. A fenced backyard so the Wonder Dog can run amok.
And, a pool. If you have it.
Here's the thing, though. There are dozens and dozens of houses in our price range. I mean, tons. We are probably in the best price range for looking, judging by sheer volume. There are homes in our range that are brand new and there are homes that are 100 years old.
Jason wants one brand new. I want one more like thirty years old. Well, I don't have a specific home picked out or anything, but the basement ranchers I've been obsessing over online tend to be around 16-30 years old.
The brand new houses in our price range? They are lovely. But they are also on postage-stamp sized lots and RIGHTNEXTDOOR to the next house. And? They don't have a basement.
My beloved has a lot of absolutely enormous furnishings. The desk we have? Takes up 1/2 of our living room. He had this thing in his BEDROOM in an 800 square foot condo. It's gigantic. And...I hate it. I've been trying to sell it to various people since I met him.
Also? He has a 75 gallon fishtank. We ignore every fish in it. They are not pets. They are just really wet decorations.
And? He has a ginormous entertainment center. And a file cabinet. And speakers far larger than even my ass.
Have I mentioned the 200 pieces of clothing that no longer fit him and the huge backpack and camping equipment that is currently hiding in my son's bedroom because he wouldn't think of putting it in the storage space? Oh, and the Total Gym that's he used once in the eight years since I've known him.
And this? Is after I threw away about hinty billion items when he moved to Tennessee and I was still in North Carolina.
So he has a lot of crap. And I'm having a hard time convincing him to get rid of any of it.
I also am having a hard time convincing him that we NEED MORE SPACE. So buying a house the same size as we currently have would defeat the purpose, unless he's willing to get rid of, um, everything he owns.
Which he doesn't seem to be.
Really, I'm very sweet to him. I can't think of anything naughty I can do that I don't already do. Crying doesn't work with him. Nor do threats.
Any advice? I really need either/or to work here and I'm just not good at persuasion.