Can we really be bothered to renovate? Or should we buy that other old house in the next street that actually, really is next to the train tracks?? It's bigger. It's just as falling-down as ours is. Well, not that I've been inside and not that I know for sure if ours is sliding down the hill (I'm just assuming, since all balls roll into the same corner behind the TV).
How do you make the decision to move or renovate? How do you take that plunge? What's the catalyst? How many times do you talk yourself into love with another person's home before it really does become yours (and all the problems they didn't tell you about)?