The porch, the hardwoods, the walk-in closets, the 1910's charm.
The Martha Stewart color scheme, and the beautiful staircase.
The view of the soccer field (complete with the sound of children laughing and playing), and the warm sunlight that fills the bedrooms in the morning.
The short walk to the best croissants in town, a superb breakfast, the biggest weekly farmers' market in the country, a fantastic food co-op, local hardware store, pharmacy, pet store, awesome restaurants and cool, trendy but not too trendy pubs, beauty salons, yoga studios, the lake, vintage clothing boutiques, antique stores, and even the famous Bernie's Rock Shop (not that we buy many rocks, but it's fun to look in the window).
We don't love the heating bill.
So, unfortunately, we have to look for something else for next year. We didn't expect a baby to come into the picture right now, and thought we'd have two incomes. It's just not worth it for me to sub and pay for daycare, so if I am not working (and this would be likely unless I manage to get into the district), and unless we win that lottery we never, ever play, we won't be able to pay for this place. And it's killing us.
We're consoling ourselves with the thought of being more energy-efficient and having a little extra cash instead of being broke, in debt, and
We can't afford to live the life of the typical Madison urban liberal neo-hippie granola upwardly-mobile academics. How do those people do it?
So, anyone want to help haul boxes come August? We'll let you watch our free cable TV.