When I was a kid I found this blueprint that I loved. The house had three levels, with two bedrooms and a Jack and Jill bathroom on the top level. I imagined Devin and I with our own floor. The house would be brick, with “smoke blue shutters”. I was probably Megan’s age.
Now I realize, when it comes to a house, location is everything. So my dream house will be on a cul-de-sac, in a cute little neighborhood. Every person on the cul-de-sac will have kids, and right next door is a 14-year-old who just loves kids and wants to babysit for me all the time. She doesn’t even care about the money, she just loves my kids so much she’ll do it for pizza and $20.
Of course, I have to share her with my other neighbors, Julie Boucek and Robyn Barker. (who else wants to live in my fantasy neighborhood?) We spend every afternoon sitting in lawn chairs in the cul-de-sac while the kids ride bikes and run around like banshees.
This neighborhood has stellar public schools, and the school bus picks up in our cul-de-sac. There is a Target, Publix, Trader Joe’s, CVS, an LDS church, and my mom within a mile or two. And, of course, we are walking distance to the pool. The local Methodist church charges $125 a month for five days of preschool, and takes them before they are potty trained.
This fantasy location has the weather of Southern California, the home prices and traffic of South Carolina, the beauty of Charlottesville, and the cultural and educational opportunities of a city like Boston, DC, or Seattle.
As for the house, it has at least four bedrooms, an island in the kitchen with plenty of room for bar stools, a playroom, and a large, flat backyard with a garden full of tomatoes.