I joke that our home is furnished in “acquired traditional,” but I truly realized recently that our home really is put together from hand-me-downs. Not in a sad and decrepit way, but in a “wow, we’ve gotten a lot of furniture from grandparents” kind of way. My daughter sleeps in my old bed, which was my grandmother’s (on my father’s side) bed. We have a desk in our front room where I scrapbook, which belonged to my grandmother on my mother’s side. Even the dishes stacked in our kitchen cabinets belonged to my grandparents.
I was thinking about this recently in light of the idea of “accumulating.” As I started to really evaluate our rooms, I found that often, passed-down furniture outnumbers store-bought furniture; quite drastically, in some cases. Our front room is a perfect example: four pieces of furniture; three of which are from family. The dining room: four pieces of furniture, counting the table and chairs as one item; again, three of those items are from family. (Which is why, if pressed, I would give away my table over my corner cabinets. The table we found at a huge furniture store. The cabinets were my great-grandmother’s, and come complete with a story attached.)
Why does any of this matter? Why is this suddenly on my mind? Because there’s a foreclosure in our neighborhood that’s about $46,200 less than the current mortgage we hold. The wheels are turning in my brain….could we move? Should we move? One of our biggest reasons for not moving again has been to make sure the kids don’t have to change schools; in this case, they’d be staying put, so that excuse is out the window. So this is a real possibility. Could we do this?
I’ve driven by the house about five times over the past week. It’s definitely a “fixer-upper.” How much of that $46K would end up being spent on “fixing-up?” It’s listed as a four bedroom, but it’s technically three, plus a bedroom added to the basement. I’m not a fan of kids sleeping in basement bedrooms….
The list goes on and on, with little “not-quite-right” and “wouldn’t-quite-work” items. Honestly, though, the biggest problem boils down to our (read: my) hand-me-down “stuff.” I might not be big on a lot of “stuff,” but the bit I keep is apparently very important to me. If I don’t have a place to put the piano…or the corner cabinets…or the desk…I don’t think I want the house.
If we ever decide to truly downsize, once the kids are grown and gone, making decisions about what to do away with is going to be exceptionally difficult. I’m currently choosing to look at the upside of this situation: I have a beautifully furnished home full of wonderful memories of wonderful people. As my kids get older, they’ll be hearing stories about these items and learn why they make me smile.