Unfortunately, I can (now) say that I'm joining my hubby on a quest to buy real estate.
-sigh-
As ya'll probably know, I LOVE renting, and until now, I have had no interest in buying real estate for several reasons:
- I LOVE the fact that I don't have to mow a yard or fix anything - ever!
- Our apartment is HUGE compared to most homes in the area (more than 1200 sf).
- We live less than seven miles from the beach.
- I can walk anywhere I want.
- We live in the middle of an enviable foodie and fashionista haven.
- We can walk to the largest independent movie theater in the nation.
I could go on - and I do on several occasions - when the conversations come up.
- Many of our friends happen to (also) be our neighbors.
"I don't want to waste all of our savings on a down-payment," I recently told my husband.Thing is, I am a Westsider from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head...and put quite simply, I don't want to move.
But my hubby - God bless this man - seem's to think that the only measurement of adulthood success is owning a home.
(insert eye roll)
Rather than argue every weekend about the "101 reasons why home ownership isn't a necessary adult trophy," I begrudgingly join my husband at local "Open Houses."
This is my fourth week visiting strange homes, condos, town homes and the like - and I hate it.
Wish me luck,
