There are lots of good reasons to own a home. You don’t have to worry about being kicked out of your place without warning. You don’t have to write a check to some fat cat landlord every month. And you can paint your walls whatever colors you damn well please.
But there are twice as many reasons why owning a home sucks. Property taxes. Insurance. Yard work. Wet basements. Ceilings that fall down without warning.
This week, Jim and I have been reminded about why we decided to cut the shackles of homeownership.
We’ve been parked in the yard of my sister-in-law’s beautiful old home in Troy, New York. It’s 4-stories, built in the early 1900s, similar to the antique money pit that we owned in Eureka, CA. And, it shares many of the same issues that ours did, and then some.
Like how it took me over an hour to vacuum the house (we’ve got free rent this week, it was the least I could do). Then we spent more time running up and down stairs cleaning the bathrooms, doing our laundry, etc. Most of our day was spent on domestic duties. Just like old times.
Then, on Saturday, the guest bathroom’s plaster ceiling collapsed over the clawfoot tub. Just fell down, without warning.
And last night, we came home to find water in the basement. The very old boiler has a crack in it, and it will need to be replaced. And it won’t be cheap. “Forget about the new kitchen,” Barb’s husband warned.
Being a homeowner isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Residing in a 200 sq. ft. box that takes about 15 minutes to clean, top to bottom, is a cakewalk. I highly recommend it. At least for a little while.