I’ve recently sold my house and I’m living in an apartment for the first time in a long time. After owning a house for such a long time, there was an adjustment period to renting again, but that pretty much went away the first time the heat pump stopped working. One call to my landlord and a repairman was on his way. My kitchen sink faucet also had to be replaced but they came right out.
It is a relief to not worry about my roof, or trees falling onto my house, or a million other things that can go wrong in a house. At first, I did feel a sense of loss of security because renting an apartment feels less permanent, but after awhile I realize that nothing in life is permanent anyway.
Owning a house requires a lot of maintenance and money to have that maintenance and upkeep done every year. That maintenance isn’t just the inside of the house either. It’s the entire outside of the house, the roof, and under the house if there is a basement or a crawl space. It turns out that renting makes me free, somewhat more free, and no longer shackled by those responsibilities. It was a huge leap, but I wish I’d done it years ago.
Well, that took longer than I thought, but I finally am able to buy a house. I have been looking online for… well, forever, and I have finally found the one I really want. The internet has really helped with house hunting, but it took a lot longer than I thought it would. Like over a year! I am hoping that everything will go smoothly with the loans and closing. They have to get an inspector to go out and do some kind of total inspection. Costs an arm and a leg too.
You would not believe the stuff they have to look for; foundation, lot, roof, exterior, attic, and the list goes on and on. I am partially glad for it though, because so many homes today get that mold that is really bad for your health. I definitely do NOT want that in my new home, so I guess the money is worth it. Unfortunately, it is non refundable and if the report comes back bad, I am out the money. Oh well, C’estla vie !
I am really excited about my new house though. I can already envision where everything will go and am trying to figure out what colors I want in my new space. It’s a lot bigger than my apartment so my stuff will seem like there isn’t much in the house at first. Probably a good thing as we tend to collect stuff as we get older.
All of these little souvenirs that I’ve collected over the years are really adding up. To be honest, all they do is gather dust and take up space. But They bring back sweet memories of places I’ve been and it is really hard to just toss them all in a box and never look at them. I don’t know what to do with them all – I am drowning in knick knacks and the clutter is starting to make me feel like one of those hoarders that you see on that awful reality TV show.
My mother used to have a china cabinet in the dining room where she kept all her knick knacks displayed on glass shelves. The cabinet had glass doors, so you could see everything inside and they were protected from dust and any damage from things like bouncing balls and rowdy kids who always seem to throw things in the house and break shit and get in trouble.
I don’t even have a dining room or a china cabinet, so that doesn’t work for me. I have to put things on the fireplace mantle and on bookshelves. The problem with bookshelves is that I have a lot of actual books that need shelf space. And the book shelves are open, so things get dusty after a while. Thankfully we don’t have an issue with bouncing balls or kids. But I like to have my things out to see them and I’ve run out of bookshelves. I’m open to suggestions – anyone?
Call me silly, but I have absolutely no good reason to get up early this morning and I did anyway. I could have slept until 10:00 am but knowing that this is Christmas still gets me giddy and excited, even with no little kids around. I woke up and my first thought was, “It’s Christmas!” and I walked out to look at my beautiful Christmas tree and it just made me get shivers. I love this time of year.
Merry Christmas – I hope Santa was good to you last night!
I really do wish that I could get a puppy for Christmas. I was never allowed to have any pets when I was growing up. My mom hates animals and says that animals for outdoors – not in the house. So what’s the point in getting a cat or a dog if you can never bring them into the house to snuggle with you and play?
I have a friend who’s German Shepherd just had puppies. They are black and a couple have brown markings on them. They are adorable! I really wish I could get one of her puppies. But my landlord would have a shit fit if I brought a dog home – he made it very clear that no pets are allowed in the apartments. That just sucks. I think my mom and my landlord grew up together or something. Surely its a generational thing to hate animals in the house.
I’ll have to wait until I can get my own house with a yard before I can get a dog. I will have a dog soon, though. I am saving up for my first house and if everything works out I will have my house later next year. Then I can seriously look for a new puppy for next Christmas!