It's an amazing dream, to be sure. But over the past few weeks, I've come to the realization that it's not the right goal for my family - at least not right now. Our hard-earned dollars can be put to much better use taking Trey on vacations, buying him educational toys and games, and saving for his future. And so I've resigned myself, not begrudgingly but joyfully, to the idea of buying a home in a cheaper location. There are plenty of clean, safe, convenient neighborhoods in Philadelphia, where housing costs less than a third of what it would in Center City.
I don't need a fancy house in a trendy neighborhood. I don't need to live in the "right" zip code. I don't need original hardwood floors, antique crown molding, or leaded stained glass. What I need is to provide my son with a safe, secure, stimulating childhood, in a house I can easily afford. I need to live below my means, so that I can give Trey the advantages and experiences that will help him grow into a happy, successful adult.
If that means giving up on a long-cherished (shallow, superficial) dream, so be it. Donnie, Trey, and I will have a wonderful life no matter where we live. But it will be an easier, more comfortable life if we choose not to channel all our savings into a beautiful, pricey home we don't need. And so, although it hurts just a little bit, I am actually delighted to cast this particular ambition aside.
It's good to dream big. But it's better to dream smart. So, that's what I choose to do. And I'm really, truly, honestly not disappointed at all.
Talk to me about your childhood dreams. Are you still chasing them? Have you given them up? Or have they already come true?