So I'm a pretty fiscally conservative fellow. I actually moved into a slightly smaller house a few years ago because it was cheaper, and had a lot of things I do like (huge yard, detached garage, fantastic schools, good neighborhood with several close friends already there, etc). The house is far from perfect, but its coming along. I work hard when I have the time, and dream hard when I don't (mostly the latter). And even my plans are pretty quaint really, nothing audacious. A one room addition on the back, some new siding, update the kitchen, etc.
I hoped it would provide two things for my kids: 1, a house small enough that they'd rather go outside to play anyway, and 2, maybe when older, they'd appreciate the example of living well within one's means.
After moving in, I got to know some great neighbors, was able to refinance down to a 15 year mortgage, and really kinda develop a long term plan around the fact that I'll have no more mortgage payments years before I retire, and hell, before either of my kids gets to a university. And we're all on the same page, and we're a happy fiscally forward thinking family.
But living a stones throw from 3 close friends has made exactly 0 difference in how much I see them. Possibly a negative difference in a feeling of almost resentment that they were some of the reasons I moved here, but I can't get an appointment on their busy schedules, or vice versa. Then, 3 of my awesome neighbors, including 2 of Renchlette's good friends are moving away this summer.
Then, today, Mrs Rench had a short work meeting, so I drove her there and instead of taking the new puppy to the forest preserve right behind her hospital, I park in the neighborhood on a whim.
I'm trying to teach the little bastard to walk on a leash, which isn't going great, but I'm also just stunned at how beautiful the neighborhood is. Well developed shade trees on every parkway, really nice houses, bigger than I usually go for, but hey, there's a brick ranch! A little upscale but solid and simple and hey! It's for sale... With the front porch like I keep talking about laying out... And the master suite that is far beyond what I could turn my one room addition into... But the backyard, its a fucking postage stamp. I actually felt some pang of want start to fade as I regarded the tiny backyard. Then my eyes refocused beyond the yard.

It backs up to if not the largest, then somewhere in the top 5 largest forest preserves in Cook County. Literally could step over the split rail fence onto one of the MILES of paved trails and all of 300 yards from a massive lake for canoeing or fishing.
I have to admit, the forest preserve just about had me frothing at the mouth. Of course, all this comes at a price. Its an expected and fair price, but at the hairy ass-end of what we could afford.
So I talk to the Renchlette first, cause I moved a lot when I was younger, and was good and traumatized by some of it. And she said 2 things that blew me away. First, she wouldn't mind moving. I pointed out new school. All different friends, etc. No sweat from her. Second, she said "our living room is a little small in this house...". From the mouths of babes. My 6 year old already aware that our house is pretty simple.
Then, I talk to Mrs Rench, and she actually says "I'm not going to stop you from buying us a bigger house".

Well wtf? I'm starting to think my dream of a little and responsible fiscal footprint was just mine. I mean, am I wrong? Everyone else always buys as much house as they can possibly afford and plan on working unto death. Maybe I'm the one out here in left field buying small and planning on a good retirement? Or more honestly, am I robbing my kids and wife of some lifestyle they've earned in the fancy house I'll be paying for for a decade after I'd rather be retired?
I'm just starting to doubt my own plans, and being catholic, that means you find a way to feel guilty about it.
So, discuss, or advise or something, if you made it this far.
-Rench