Thursday, September 25, 2014

Finding Our Dream Home



My Love for High Ceiling Houses

I’ve always had this thing for high ceiling houses—something about those tall, open spaces just grabs me every time. It’s not a casual preference; it’s a full-on obsession that’s been with me since I was a kid, dreaming about the perfect place to call home. Fast forward to now, and my husband and I actually did it—we bought our dream house, complete with the most gorgeous high ceilings I could’ve imagined. Living in it is everything I hoped for, though I’ll admit, sometimes a huge house like this can leave you feeling a little lost. I’m still wrapping my head around how lucky we are to have it, and I want to share that journey—the love, the hunt, the gratitude—because it’s been a ride worth telling.



Where the Obsession Started

My love for high ceilings goes way back. I remember being a kid, maybe eight or nine, visiting my aunt’s place—a big old house with ceilings that seemed to stretch forever. I’d stand in the living room, head tilted back, just staring up at all that space. It wasn’t just the height; it was how it made everything feel—open, airy, like you could breathe deeper. I’d wander around, imagining living in a place like that, with chandeliers dangling high above and windows letting light spill in from angles you don’t get in regular houses. That stuck with me, and ever since, I’ve been hooked.

It’s funny how little things shape you. Every time I’d see a high ceiling—in a friend’s house, a movie, even a random real estate ad—I’d get this pang of excitement. I’d tell anyone who’d listen how much I loved them, probably to the point of annoyance. My husband caught on early when we were dating—I’d drag him to open houses just to gawk at the architecture, even if we weren’t buying. He’d laugh, but he got it: tall ceilings weren’t just a quirk for me; they were a must-have. That dream stayed alive through years of renting cramped apartments, always in the back of my mind, waiting for the day it’d be real.

What is it about them? I’ve thought about that a lot. It’s the sense of grandeur, sure, but also the freedom—space to think, to move, to just be. Low ceilings feel like they’re pressing down on me; high ones lift me up. I’d sketch dream rooms in notebooks—vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, skylights, walls that didn’t close in. It was my happy place, and over time, it turned into this quiet obsession that guided every house-hunting fantasy I ever had.


The Hunt for the Dream Home

When my husband and I got serious about buying a house, high ceilings were non-negotiable for me. I’d scroll real estate listings late at night, filtering for anything with “vaulted” in the description—my heart would race every time I found one. He was on board, thank goodness, though he’d tease me about my one-track mind. We’d joke about it—me saying I’d live in a shack if the ceilings were tall enough, him rolling his eyes but secretly marking listings for me to check.

The search wasn’t quick. We started looking about one year ago, and it was a slog—open houses, bidding wars, places that looked good online but fell flat in person. I’d walk into a house with standard eight-foot ceilings and feel my shoulders slump—nice kitchen, big yard, didn’t matter. If it didn’t have that height, it wasn’t right. My husband kept me grounded, reminding me we needed more than just ceilings—like a decent commute or a workable budget—but I’d hold firm. I’d say, “I’ll know it when I see it,” and he’d nod, trusting I wasn’t totally crazy.

We saw dozens of places—some close, some not even in the ballpark. There was one with high ceilings in the living room but a tiny, claustrophobic kitchen—I couldn’t do it. Another had potential, but the layout was off, and I’d stand there, picturing those tall spaces, unwilling to settle. Our realtor got it after a while—she’d call with “I found one for your ceilings!” and we’d rush over. It was exhausting, but I couldn’t let go of the vision. I’d lie awake, imagining our life in a house that felt like mine, and that kept us going.


Finding the One

Then, one random Tuesday, it happened. Our realtor sent us a listing—the magic words: “soaring high ceilings throughout.” I clicked the link so fast I nearly dropped my phone. The photos were unreal—living room with a vaulted ceiling and beams, dining area with windows climbing up to the top, even the bedrooms had extra height. I showed my husband, practically bouncing, and he grinned, “This might be it.” We booked a tour for that weekend, and I spent the days counting down, barely sleeping, picturing every corner.

Walking in was like stepping into my dream. The entryway opened up to this massive living space—ceilings at least 12 feet, maybe more, with a chandelier that caught the light just right. I stood there, mouth open, spinning to take it all in. The kitchen flowed into a family room with another vaulted stretch, and I could see us there—cooking, laughing, living. My husband squeezed my hand, whispering, “You’re home,” and I nearly cried. We wandered room to room, and every space had that height I’d craved—bedrooms with slanted ceilings, a loft with a view down below. It was perfect.

We didn’t waste time. We put in an offer that night—over asking, because I couldn’t lose it—and held our breath. The next few days were torture, waiting to hear back, me refreshing my email like a maniac. When the call came—ours, accepted—I screamed so loud the neighbors probably heard. We closed a month later, and moving day was chaos—boxes everywhere, me directing furniture under those gorgeous ceilings. It’s been a few months now, and I still catch myself staring up, grinning like a kid. We did it—our dream home, high ceilings and all.


 Living the High Ceiling Life

Living here is everything I imagined—and a little more. The first time I walked in with our stuff, I just stood in the living room, looking up at those beams, feeling like I’d won something. It’s so open—light pours in from huge windows, bouncing off the walls, making it feel bigger than it is. I’ve spent hours decorating, picking pieces that match the scale—a big sectional, a tall bookshelf—because anything small gets swallowed up. My husband jokes it’s my “ceiling museum,” but he loves it too; he’ll catch me staring and laugh.

It’s not all perfect, though. A huge house like this can throw you off sometimes. I’ve gotten lost more than once—wandering upstairs, forgetting which hall leads where, or calling out for my husband only to realize he’s two rooms over and can’t hear me. It’s funny but weird—those high ceilings make it echoey, and the space can feel overwhelming when it’s quiet. I’ll be in the kitchen, then decide to grab something from the loft, and suddenly I’m halfway across the house, wondering how I got there. It’s a small price, though—I’d take that over a low ceiling any day.

The best part’s the everyday stuff. I’ll sit with coffee under that vaulted living room, watching the light shift, and it’s peaceful in a way I can’t explain. We’ve had friends over, and they gush—“This is insane!”—and I beam because it’s ours. I’ve strung lights across the beams for holidays, and it’s like living in a movie set. Sometimes I’ll lie on the couch, staring up, and think how wild it is that this is home. It’s not just the ceilings; it’s the life they’ve let us build—sprawling, open, ours.

Gratitude for Making It Happen

I don’t take this house for granted—not for a second. Buying it was a grind; we saved for years, cut corners, said no to trips and extras so we could afford it. I’ve had moments, sitting here, where I just feel this rush of thankfulness. We worked hard—my husband’s long hours, my side gigs—and it paid off. I’ll walk through the front door, look up at those ceilings, and think, “We did this.” It’s not lost on me how lucky we are—not everyone gets their dream, and I’m so grateful we did.

Money’s part of it, sure, but it’s more than that. We had support—parents who cheered us on, a realtor who didn’t give up, friends who kept us sane during the hunt. I’ve thought about how it all lined up—the right listing, the right timing, the right bank approval. I’ll catch myself mid-day, folding laundry under that high dining room ceiling, and just pause to soak it in. We could’ve ended up anywhere, but we’re here, in this gorgeous house that fits me like a glove. I’m thankful every day for that.

It’s a privilege too. I know not everyone can swing a place like this—big, custom, all those extras—and I don’t gloss over that. I’ve had friends stuck renting, others who’d kill for half this space, and it humbles me. We’ve opened it up—dinners, game nights—because sharing it feels right. I’ll stand in the kitchen, hosting, watching people fill the room, and think how much it means to have this. Gratitude’s the word—pure, simple, real—for every tall inch of this place.



High Ceilings, Big Life

The ceilings are the star, no question. They’re why I fell for this house, why I pushed so hard to find it. I’ve got favorites—the living room’s vaulted sweep, the bedroom’s slanted charm—and I still gawk at them like a tourist. My husband’s caught on; he’ll point out little details—the way shadows play on the beams, how the chandelier sways—and it’s our thing now. They make the house feel alive, like it’s stretching out to meet us, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

But it’s more than architecture—it’s what they let us do. We’ve got room for dreams here—literally. I’ve set up a corner for painting, something I’ve always wanted to try, and the height makes it feel like a studio. My husband’s talking about a home gym upstairs, using that open loft space. We’ve hosted family, sprawled out with no one tripping over each other, and it’s easy in a way smaller places never were. I’ll wander sometimes, coffee in hand, and get lost in the layout—hall to hall, room to room—but it’s a good lost, like exploring something we built.

They’ve changed how I see home too. I used to think cozy meant small, but this place flips that—big and warm, thanks to those ceilings. I’ll sit by the fireplace, looking up, and it’s like the space hugs you without crowding. Friends say it’s intimidating at first, but then they settle in, and I get it—it’s a lot, but it’s us. High ceilings were my obsession, and now they’re my reality, shaping every day in this house I still can’t believe is mine.

Still Pinching Myself

Living here doesn’t get old. I’ll catch myself mid-routine—cooking, reading, whatever—and just stop to look up. Those ceilings still hit me—gorgeous, towering, everything I wanted. I’ve got moments where I laugh at how obsessed I was, dragging my husband to every tall house in town, but it paid off. This place is our dream, quirks and all—like when I yell downstairs and he doesn’t hear me because the echo’s too big. It’s ours, and that’s what matters.

I’ve thought about why it means so much. It’s not just the height; it’s the journey—years of wanting, searching, finally landing here. I’ll walk the halls, sometimes losing track of where I’m headed, and grin because it’s ours to figure out. We’ve got plans—more decor, maybe a dog to fill the space—and it’s exciting to think about. I’ve got friends who tease me—“You and your ceilings!”—but they see it too: this house fits us, and I’m so thankful we made it happen.

Gratitude keeps me grounded. I’ll stand in the living room, light streaming in, and feel this quiet joy—we worked, we waited, we won. It’s a huge house, sure, and yeah, I get lost sometimes, but that’s part of the fun. High ceilings were my love, my goal, and now they’re home. I’m still obsessed, still in awe, and so darn grateful every day. Here’s to living big—in every sense—and loving every second of it.

Photos : Pinterest inspo

33 comments:

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