More About Really Big Houses

Back in 2009 I wrote about one of my fantasies (one of the ones I'll admit to, anyhow) - my desire to live in a Really Big House. You can read that post here if you missed it at the time.

I hadn't thought much about my Really Big House fantasy for a while until yesterday morning when, on the way home from taking our granddaughters to their swimming lesson, our daughter decided to show us a model home she'd found in a community near her daughters' school ...

Holy #%$@!

The last time I saw a house that big, it was occupied by someone whose first name was Your Majesty. The photo in no way illustrates just how big this house is. It was so big it had its own zip code and distorted gravity in its vicinity. Here's a link to the floor plan.

Even considering that the model had every available option built into it ... including a sit-in wine cellar, multiple dens/studies/libraries, a rec room larger than most northeastern states, a three-car garage, and more bathrooms than I could count ... this house is enormous. You'd need GPS just to get from the master bedroom to the kitchen. The Octomom and her brood could have lived comfortably on one floor. As I whispered* to Agnes, the house was so big that a couple could have a fight and not have to see each other for days.

I still dream of living in a Really Big House, but I have to ask myself: who really needs a 6,000 square foot house with as many as seven bedrooms and six-and-a-half baths? Not too many young people with large families can afford a house with a starting price of over 3/4 of a million dollars. A house with a price tag like this is probably more in the mortgage range of someone who can buy an election.

But if you decide to buy this house, let me know. I'll rent part of it from you.

And trust me ... you'll never know I'm there.

Have a good day. Live large ... so to speak. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

* I had to whisper ... the echo would have been too distracting.