I really don't get my parents.

My parents are moving to Cincinnati as early as sometime this year for my dad's work. My dad has talked about his desire to move into a smaller house for, probably, six years. And yet, somehow, they've fallen in love with a house that's 3,000 square feet bigger than the one they have now.

I mean, Jeebus. It's just the two of them. My sister will not be making the move to Cincinnati. What the hell are they going to do with almost 9,000 square feet? They can't even figure out how to use all the house they have now. Ridiculous.