The Computer Guy and I just spent 3 days in the Dallas area. We were looking at houses, scoping out towns, and leisurely discussing where we want to live and what that life should look like.
One of us wants to be close to shopping and convenience. That one of us likes people and busyness and sees life as a grand adventure to be met head on with a smile.
The other of us wants a calm and quiet life in a small town. That half envisions quiet Sundays and easy routine as essential to daily living.
We found two areas that satisfy us. One liking one and the other the other. It was alright with us because we each liked the other's choice as well.
We looked at houses and dreamed about the one that would be our home. We both are agreed that we hope this will be our last move. At the top of our wish lists is a place for growing roots. We stood in living rooms and debated whether or not they would comfortably be able to hold our hordes of grandchildren. We looked at master bedrooms and discussed how easy it would be for us to walk to the kitchen from there once we were elderly. We stood on front porches and tried to figure out if this porch felt as if it could belong to us.
We didn't find the house this weekend, but we figured out that we agreed on what it would look like: lots of bedrooms, a backyard for playing, quirky architecture, a nice view from the master bedroom window, a space for just the two of us to curl up and watch the world go by, and another to host parties and cram the house with guests.
This weekend was a fun one, and a prelude to all the crazy work that lies ahead. It brought home to us the fact that while we may not see eye to eye on all the details, we're both looking in the same direction.