“Have you ever thought of putting an addition on, right over here in the front corner of the house? We could access it through the current front door. We’d just need a new front door.”
He looked at me cautiously. “Um, yes…but what would we use it for?”
“A library,” I said with satisfaction. He nodded thoughtfully, careful not to give the impression of approval. “I need to move my school room back into the house,” I added.
We’ve been talking about that for a while. It’s in a good-sized room in an outbuilding that was clearly meant to be an apartment of some sort at some time. But there isn’t any plumbing, or heat, or the amenities of home, so it’s hard to go to the bathroom, wash paintbrushes, have a snack, or put the baby down for a nap.
After a moment of this thoughtful nodding, he asked, “What would this do to our mortgage repayment plan?”
Ah. There it is. A library/schoolroom or home ownership. I hung them both on the Scale of Desire, and home ownership won. But just barely. A room entirely filled with books is extremely alluring.
Plan B. Really, I just need more bookshelves.
And some fresh paint.
I think paint and bookshelves won’t derail that mortgage payoff plan too much.
I’d also like to thank God that we’re both different kinds of crazy. We keep each other in balance, and that’s a very, very good thing.