Hard to believe it’s been a year since I moved into my condo. A year and a few weeks of being a homeowner, on top of that. But still, it’s incredible to think about.
And living in a home I own has been great. I live in a great neighborhood with nice walking trails and a gas station/mini-mart nearby. It’s a short drive from work, as well as anywhere else I want to go. It’s way more affordable than staying in my old apartment complex (or any of the places I looked at) would have been. I have my own dishwasher and laundry machines. And I can make modifications and renovations to my home as I please, provided I have the funding for it.
That being said, owning a home isn’t all butterflies and rainbows. It comes with responsibilities. I had to replace my toilet about a week into staying here, and I’ve probably spent a thousand dollars on my shared garage’s issues already (my neighbor and I are both hoping we won’t have to spend anymore on it in the near future). And then there was the time the disposal went out during Passover, making the sink and dishwasher unusable. And those are only some of the problems I’ve had to deal with.
Like I said, not all butterflies and rainbows. And I haven’t even gotten into how hot the upstairs can get when the heater’s on. Makes you want to open the window in winter!
Still, despite all that, I still love this place. I love putting up all my eclectic artwork and showing off all the weird stuff I’ve collected and put up in this place. I love going under the stairs to get my wine making supplies (hopefully I can make some dandelion wine soon). I’ve even gotten some new pieces of furniture, like a credenza and a wine cabinet, and they’re nice additions to the place. And I love thinking of all the things I’m going to do to this place over the coming years as I continue living here and saving money.
And I know how damn lucky I am. As I’ve said in previous posts, there are a lot of people in my age group who can’t afford even a starter home or a condo like mine because the market right now is not designed for them. Too many older folks downsizing, property prices rising, never enough starter homes or affordable apartments, laws and ordinances that make building bigger homes more profitable than building starter homes, corporations buying up new properties so they can sell them back at exorbitant prices.
I could go on. But to sum it up, for a lot of people my age, the former American Dream of owning a home is currently out of reach, and may be forever. Now, their American Dream is just to survive with what money you have and maybe find something that fulfills you in your spare time.
Yikes, this got dark in a way I didn’t expect. Let’s fix that.
Anyway, I’m so glad I have my condo, and I hope that I get to spend many happy years here writing stories, building equity and growing as a person. And I can only hope more people in my generation get the chance to experience this. Provided they have the money to cover a mortgage and everything else, of course.
Oh, one last thing: my condo’s nickname is “the Haunted Condo!” A friend came over and called it that, and now it’s kind of stuck. Sadly, the only thing haunting this place is me, but someday that’ll change. After all, this is me we’re talking about. Who knows what might happen during some of my planned renovations?
Well, until next time, my Followers of Fear, good night and pleasant nightmares.