Grass is Greener or Something else?

Today, while out with my mom and sister at a conference, we breaked for lunch and were discussing how life is going right now for my sis and us. They just graduated and got a job and my husband is job hunting like crazy with no callbacks. We are beyond frustrated and it doesn't help that everyday the kids remind us that big houses with stairs are much cooler than ours. We moved in 6 years ago and had tons of empty drawers and room, but now we share rooms, have a garage full of stuff that won't fit inside and are ready for a "next house." Yes, I tend to complain about it sometimes (okay...a lot) while still feeling grateful we have a house, and wishing we could jumpstart into the next phase. Well, my mom reminded me today at lunch that I said years ago while living in an apartment that I couldn't see us moving into a home of our own and that perhaps I should just accept where we were and be happy. Apparently, I am still singing the same sad song. I don't think I'm envisioning anything that is extravagant or selfish. I just want a house with room for the kids, a yard to run around in with grass and a trampoline, room for a garden (so I can learn how to grow one), and a pantry for food storage. The way I see it, we've got all the pieces to the puzzle and are waiting for them to fit together-beginning with a new job for my newly graduated hubby. Sigh. So, is this grass is greener or is it a prompting for the family? I'd love your thoughts...