I want to buy a ranch now. Just yesterday I was thinking how nice it would be to get married to a handy-type man then I could buy a little farmhouse (ok, this was inspired by an article on a Bucks County farmhouse I read in the doctor's office), and have someone else that could take care of it. Ok, well, that's not really a reason to bind yourself to some guy for the rest of your life. But that would be a perk. Then I decided it would just be really nice to have a big plot of land and not be in suburban hell.

And today, as if on cue, I did a search of new listings, and there is a ranch in my price range, closer to work than many of the others I've looked at - in the same town/school district I've been looking at (only about 1/2 a mile from the other neighborhoods I've been considering). The house is small but newer than much of what I've looked at (built in 1996, and is 1600 sqft - 3 bedrooms, with a LARGE master). It has a two-horse stable. And 2.3 acres - talk about the maintenance! But then I could have a big veggie garden instead of a little one. And I could get some sheep that Apache could spend all day herding. It doesn't have a garage, but I could definitely turn part of the stable into a car port, from what I can tell in the pictures. Then I could get a horse and a boat and have a place to keep them. But how cool would it be to have a house like that though!

Now I have to stop thinking about it before I go see it and convince myself to buy it. Sarah thinks I'm crazy. I just like to think about these things. This house has personality which is something completely different from everything else I've looked at. I want a house with personality. Probably by the time I'm old enough and responsible enough to take care of a cute house like this, I won't be able to afford one. Or I'd have to buy one a million miles away from work. Or I'll be living in a ultra-populated area where there are no ranches. Sigh. Oh well. I guess I am a little crazy. But that doesn't stop me from picturing myself on a porch swing, reading the afternoon away, on the front patio, with a glass of lemondade.