For the last few years
we I have been on a tear about how horrible New York is and how we MUST leave and go to North Carolina or South Carolina. Leave the blue states and head to a red one. Leave the god-awful high tax states and leave behind the horrible governance of our two blue state homes.
We spent weeks traveling and searching for the right city. Researched. Talked to friends. Spoke to realtors. Had great advise from you readers who have escaped. Took it all in.
Then, it hit me. All at once. Like a ton of bricks. Maybe it was all the beer and wine we had in Stonington but wow, it was a definite Aha Moment.
We’ve decided to keep the house in Bedford ’til they carry us out. The Carriage House is nearly done in RI and we can go back to our old routine of dividing time between houses.
It came down to two things: Money. And Money.
For us to buy a good sized home on the water in NC, SC, or Florida is at minimum $1.5-$2m. Then there’s the cost of moving (but honestly, I didn’t want to take much with me from here so the cost would have been buying all new furniture in the new house). $$$$. Then there’s being far away from the kids and grandkids. And how do we easily get back and forth from the South to RI. No more quick day trips if necessary. What if a rental house bursts a pipe or a delivery of lumber for the Carriage House is due unexpectedly and Mr. EOS needs to be there? Without our own plane or helicopter, being far from RI just wasn’t doable. Don’t forget, Mr. EOS’s RI family roots go back many many generations and it’s where he wants his ashes to remain. No matter what we looked at, it all came back to what happens to RI?
Long story short, as many foibles this house has, and it has many, we’ll stay, fix it up, grit our teeth and pay the taxes, and with money not spent on a new house, we can help the kids upgrade their houses. This is the time they NEED money, with growing families and busy lives. We can do with a lot less and be happy.
To wit, I called our architect and he’s coming over Friday morning to chat. I want what I want this time around. My big screened-in porch. A workable (not cobbled to make work) second story. A bigger laundry room with pantry and some new utilities. A new better cleaner furnace and a better hot water system in the old end of the house.
This plan goes against everything everyone has told us. The advise is to get out. Bail. Sell the NY house. Go. Flee. Move. Don’t do any more work. You’re crazy if you put in another red cent.
Well, you are all probably right but it didn’t feel right – no matter how we tried to be excited over houses in NC, the practical side of Mr. EOS prevailed. Note I didn’t say MY practical side prevailed. Ha, I don’t have one.
So, there it is. For what it’s worth. Let the ranting begin.