Yesterday we went with BIL & SIL to see their new home. The place is ENORMOUS--5 bedrooms, with walk-in closets and full baths for each of the kids' bedrooms, a very spacious master suite that includes a big master bath and a walk-in closet that is bigger than ER's bedroom, plus a nice deck overlooking the woods, and a full basement. The kitchen is truly lovely, with state-of-the-art applicances and a HUGE granite island/bar, and off the kitchen is a dining nook, and off that is a formal dining room! It has a stately staircase and a balcony that overlooks the family room with its cozy fireplace. The house is the newest home in the nicest neighborhood in their town, and is at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac with not-too-close neighbors. BIL & SIL are wonderful, godly people; they have young children who are cute, sweet, smart, and well-behaved. BIL & SIL are active in their church, and they both work full-time jobs and have saved in order to buy a nice home, so if anyone deserves to live the good life, they are the ones. I couldn't help but be a little envious, however.
I am now in my home with its leaky roof, mismatched second-hand furniture, ratty carpet and flooring, badly outdated kitchen, and no way to improve any of the above, and I am feeling sad because 1) dh & I will likely NEVER be able own a home anywhere near as nice as the one we saw yesterday--and can't even afford to fix what's wrong with the one we now have, and 2) I am envious of people whom I dearly love and who are as deserving as anyone ever was.
:confused: I already know how I "should" feel about all of this. I just need a hug.