Champagne wishes....

I kind of want to move. I don't actually want to move, but I want to be in a new house. For all of our married life Ariel and I have been involved in a church that lived closely together in a normal suburban neighborhood to gain a sense of community. Unfortunately, that has basically gone kaput. Our reasons for living here are dwindling as our friends move away. We also wouldn't just be moving us but both of our parents with us when we go and selling both our house and our rental to move, so I am not really in a hurry to go anywhere unless it is really special.
The problem with wanting to move is I have started looking at properties, and am finding houses that I really, really want to live in. My favorite house of the moment is on five Waterfront (Sound) acres in South Bay - a really beautiful area near where we live now. The house is nothing great - but it does have a Mother in Law apartment, Six bedrooms, four baths, a fruit orchard and two acres of forest. I am in love. The only snag is the house is twice as much as the highest amount of money that Ariel and I could fathom paying for a house in this lifetime. Sniff, sniff.