I’ve always been a renter. To be honest, until recently I never wanted to be anything else–I enjoyed the lack of home maintenance, the lack of long-term obligation, the flexibility of budget from year to year.
I also wasn’t sure I’d want to own anything I could actually afford. I grew up in California, where housing prices are prohibitively expensive, and I didn’t have much interest in paying half of my income to own a cardboard box.
But that was then, and this is now. Now I live in Texas, where it’s more expensive to rent than to own a house. I want my own space to be able to breathe. I’m tired of walls painted white, and crappy appliances, and worrying about making too much noise for my downstairs neighbors. I’m bored with making do with a container garden on a tiny balcony with no water source. I want to have chickens for fresh eggs and my own bees for fresh honey.
I want my own house, my own land. I hope I get it.