I have house envy.
On the one hand I love the house we live in. It’s small relative to the size of our family, but we intentionally bought small so we’d have less to keep up with.
Our old house had four bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a family room, a living room, dining room, and kitchen (of course, it had a kitchen 🙂 ) There were at least three rooms that we never used. But those rooms still got dirty. And we still had to clean them.
I get house envy when we take walks about the neighborhood. There are a few houses that catch my eye and I find myself getting really envious of the features: the landscaping, the extra floor on the top of the house, the nice balcony, the paint scheme, the super cool adobe brick wall around the front, the shade from a huge tree in the front yard, the nice wooden shades on the front windows, and the list goes on.
Then I come home to my sweet little house. It’s so cute. We have so many memories there and it suits us. And you know what? Someone probably walks by my house and thinks it’s cute and has house envy. Weird.
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