I spent some more hours looking at lovely old houses. I found a farm house built in 1859 that is actually pretty affordable, and a villa built in 1929 that is also well priced. Neither is located in an "ideal" spot. But it doesn't really matter. I don't feel like we can move right now. I live in an over crowded row house. It has 4 flights of stairs, and zero charm (built in boring 1970). As much as I would love the high ceilings and fireplaces, wood floors and a large garden...I don't really feel like I'm getting a green light from God. So all I can do is pull out the mop and dust cloth. I’m going to do a spring cleaning. I'll get rid of the extra stuff now filling all my closets. I'll make myself so tired I won't have the energy to think of moving! I go through this wanting to move every year. Juergen hasn’t seemed at all worried. In fact he even wanted to look at the first “dream house” with me. Wouldn’t it be funny if he actually wanted to move too? He has so much on his plate, I doubt that’s ever going to happen!