I've re-read the post below, and while it reflected my attitude the day I wrote it, today, I'm embarrassed by it. I mean, really truly embarrassed. I know its natural to want better than you have, but why was I making myself miserable over it? By accepting "acceptable" we've blossomed as a family. What is my problem? I need to be incredibly grateful that "acceptable" has given us opportunities we have not had as a family prior to living in "acceptable" quarters. There are things that are important to me that having a nicer home would take away.