Missing our flight to Austin last weekend seems to have sealed our fate.

Denver it is.

Now we just need to figure out if the house we have under contract is the one.

I’ll set aside that it is band-aid/baby aspirin color and thus reminds me of a decrepit pharmacy. Its location is stellar, mature trees, kid toss distance from the school, architecturally interesting houses, walkable to parks and tea shops, with peek a boo mountain views.

The problem for me is that it is a bit like asking an alcoholic to move into a bar. When we decided to move we pledged to make as small a dent as possible. In our savings, in our footprint, in our life. This house wants everything. From furnace to driveway to kitchen to bathrooms, to new windows. You name it I would change it.

Some of these wants are really needs and so we will address them. But I will be friendless and jobless, in a sunshine filled house screaming out to me to fix it. New closet doors, new drawer pulls, new paint colors…FINE. How about moving stairways and cladding the exterior in zinc. Is that something IKEA can do?

I can’t resist a project. So the perfect location may not be enough for me to move into an ugly duckling.

Who would ever want a kitchen wider than 3 feet?

Who would ever want a kitchen wider than 3 feet?

Fix her, or forget her?

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Anna Rosenblum Palmer is a freelance writer based in Denver, CO. She writes about sex, parenting, cat pee, bi-polar disorder and the NFL; all things inextricably intertwined with her mental health. In her free time she teaches her boys creative swear words, seeks the last missing puzzle piece and thinks deeply about how she is not exercising. Her writing can be found on Babble, Parent.co, Great Moments in Parenting, Ravishly, Good Men Project, Sammiches and Psych Meds, Playpen, Crazy Good Parent, and YourTango. She also does a fair amount of navel gazing on her own blog at annarosenblumpalmer.com.

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