Having more by having less

-this is kind of redundant from my post todya, but I wrote it last week and forgot to post lol. Enjoy my redundancy.


We are moving. Well, maybe. If we can ever find a house that isn't a shithole or horribly overpriced or 900 square feet. I do want to downsize, but I also don't want to hear every time someone farts anywhere in my house.
It seems that our move is tough to understand for some people. No, there isn't anything wrong with our house- other than its covered in oak. It is a nice house. It's also a huGe house in a fancy neighborhood.... And we want more. By more I don't mean bigger or fancier or shinier. By more I mean more family time. More closeness. More memories. LESS mortgage, less cleaning, less bills. I am quitting my full time child care gig.... Because it makes my whole family crazy. I gave up teaching to raise my own kids but half the time I'm too stressed and busy to pay them half the attention I'd like.
Anyways, the point of our move is to simplify. Ive been asked numerous times how we will get back into a huge fancy house- who says we want to? I am so freaking tired of chasing the "dream". Having to have better, shinier, newer bullshit. It's all bullshit. I'm working my balls off for what? To get more debt? It's so ridiculous and no one steps back to see it.
After all we've been through this year, all that I want is family time. Simple. A long counter that I can bake on and can pickles and other bullshit my kids will hate growing up but look back on when they're grown ups. A backyard big enough for their swings and a garden. A basement for my husband to watch sports in because let's be honest- we aren't going to live like Hutterites or those creepy couples who spend 100% of their time together.