Once you admit your house no longer fits, the hard questions arrive. Do you adapt what you’ve got? Move somewhere new? Or strip it all back and start again?
We explored everything. Could we extend this house, remove the stairs, open things up? Could we find another place nearby that worked better? Downsizing, upsizing, relocating — all of it was on the table.
Every option felt like compromise. Either we’d have to force this house into shapes it didn’t want to take, or we’d have to tear up roots and leave the community and landscapes that anchor us. Neither felt right.
That’s when the thought of building our own place started sneaking in. At first it felt impossible, almost laughable. But as we circled back to it again and again, it began to shift. From pipe dream, to maybe… to maybe we have to.
Have you ever tried adapting your home? How did it go? If you’ve moved house to solve a problem, what made you take the leap? What compromises would you never accept when it comes to where you live?