So the mental battle for me is this - It is so easy to be unhappy with what I have.  
But I actually love what I have.

So why be so dissatisfied?

I think dissatisfaction is a sneaky bastard.

As of yesterday, all I see when I look at my home are the things I don't like and wish I could change.

A short list:

new flooring EVERYWHERE

re-do the entire living room

re-do the entire mud room

gut the bathroom

re-paint everything

change the windows

landscape the yard

I could keep going.

The stupid thing is, when I look at my home most other days what I see is this:

we have a home

I love how much actual living space we have

I love how much natural light we have for the majority of the day

we have windows

there are no limitations on how many holes I put in the walls

my mud room is big

these walls hold cherished memories

my dining room is my favourite room in the entire house

When I take a moment to stand back and look at what I have instead of nit-picking at all the flaws I see, it's a very different perspective.

My house is small.

I love and wrestle with our space at the same time.

The counter-culture part of me loves that it's small.

The desire to have a bigger kitchen sometimes creeps up but I try to squash it because I don't have a bigger kitchen and an addition is not in my near future.

Neither is moving.

Here is the bigger wrestle.

I am in my home for the foreseeable future.

So what is the point of dreaming about a bigger home?

My concern is that if I think of something I want more, I will become very discontented with what I have.

Dreams can sometimes be dangerous.

Dreams can sometimes be dangerous?

And, my home is a frigging mansion compared to what the majority of the world live in.  Who am I to even want more space?

AND, there are people who dream of living in a smaller home than what I have!!

See.

It's all a matter of perspective.

Worthy dreams to me are this:

I want to ride bikes to the splash pad all summer and have picnic lunches there.

Go to a women's conference or a weekend away with my women multiple times in my life.

A real family trip with my husband and kids to Dollywood and to see Kentucky.

Before I die I want to visit the highlands in Scotland to see where my ancestors came from. (My dad's side)

I want to go to Iceland with Jon for a wedding anniversary.

One day I want to visit the Doctor Who Experience in England.

As my kids get older, that they would know I am their number one fan and no matter what, I am always proud of them.

I will finish my damn mudroom.  I started painting it 6 years ago and never finished it.  Now, at the prompting and vision of a dear friend, 
there is a plan in place and it's time to start it.

There.  I like that list much better.