I am currently house sitting for a friend and her husband. In the week that I've been here, I've realized how much I miss not having a house, and how much I'm grateful I do not have one.
What I mean is this....When people have a house, no matter where it is, they have a sanctuary to go to. They have their own living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. They do not have to think of the fact that someone else, the landlord, owns it. There becomes a sense of ownership and a sense of pride. People fix up their homes. They entertain in their homes. They worry about mortgages and gardens and plants and wallpaper designs. They do what they can because it is theirs.
I do not have a house that is mine. Instead, I have a tiny studio apartment. I long for the sanctuary and a place to call my own. Someday, I know that I will have it. Hopefully.
In the meantime, I am glad I do not live in a house. I do not have the finances to purchase and maintain a home. Also, instead of a landlord to worry about, homeowners have to worry about the possibility of their homes going into foreclosure. That's scary and sad. (On a personal note, I know a friend who has a second mortgage and another who rents out a bedroom after a divorce to pay for her home.) I also travel and am not home that often. I love the friend's home that I am now; however, I know that if I have a home, I would never want to leave and explore what life has to offer. It takes living in a crappy place to force me to go out and explore the world.
And that begs the question in this long and rambling post, what would you rather do: rent or own a house?
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