Potential

Potential. I have a love/hate relationship with the word. Fundamentally I'm a destination sort of person, not a journey sort of person. But I have the annoying ability to look past exteriors and see what could be, given time and money. We saw a house tonight that was in horrible shape, but the bare bones of the place were awesome! If there were just some way we could figure out how to buy it, gut it and remodel it without going bankrupt in the process!!
Our realtor is coming out Monday night to assess our house and probably put it on the market. We have to move. We can't spend another year here. Not because it's such a horrible place but because it's not really - well, I can't say it's not meeting our NEEDS because it is, it's just not meeting some of our wants that are conveniences and might turn into needs in the future because of my health. We could stay here and in a couple of years the conveniences that are associated with young children would be alleviated, but it's still an awful lot of work to keep this place up - and not even keep it up well - and there is the issue of the stairs for me that doesn't seem to be going away.
I keep thinking that if we wait until our yard sale in September, someone will offer us a ridiculous amount of money for this place and we'll be able to move without a problem. Wishful thinking, I'm sure.
In the meantime, I'm frustrated, because I see greatness that is unattainable.