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I haven't updated this in a very long time. Like whoa. So here's what's happening with me. I'm trying to buy a house. I did this once before, but I had a husband at the time, which made it significantly easier. Also, the last time we were shopping in north Texas. Now I'm shopping in Westchester County, NY. Three times the amount I paid for a nice, comfy three bedroom house in a very safe suburb in Texas will buy me a broken down crackhouse in the hood here. Bleh.
I have more money than I've ever had at any other time in my life to date and it's not enough to get two bedrooms and a yard for the puppy. And believe me, it's not that I'm ungrateful for what I have. Far from it. I would be fine living in an apartment for a few more years. But I'm under a lot of pressure to buy a house. Accountants, taxes, my boss... everyone keeps hounding me about it.
You need to get into your first house.
Why do you want to pay rent and get nothing for it?
It's important that you do this, now, while you can.
Yeah, okay, but I don't want to live in the hood, and I don't want to live in 1000 square feet with a roommate and a dog. I don't want a house that's smaller than my apartment. That's insane.
And I don't want to give up being able to go do fun things when I want to. Flying across country to see bands. Taking my mom of vacation. Buying cool stuff for my friends.
On top of that, my Jeep is gravely ill. I'm going to attempt to replace the battery this weekend, and hope that's really the problem. If not, I'll have to get it towed someplace to get it fixed by someone who knows what they're doing, preferably someone who won't take the fact that I don't know what's wrong and run through my checking account with that knowledge.
But Xmas is coming, and I'm going to Tucson to see my mom. I don't want anything. Santa can pass me right on by if he likes. I have enough stuff. That's depressing in and of itself. It was the same with my birthday. I don't want any stuff. What's wrong with me? *sigh*
I have more money than I've ever had at any other time in my life to date and it's not enough to get two bedrooms and a yard for the puppy. And believe me, it's not that I'm ungrateful for what I have. Far from it. I would be fine living in an apartment for a few more years. But I'm under a lot of pressure to buy a house. Accountants, taxes, my boss... everyone keeps hounding me about it.
You need to get into your first house.
Why do you want to pay rent and get nothing for it?
It's important that you do this, now, while you can.
Yeah, okay, but I don't want to live in the hood, and I don't want to live in 1000 square feet with a roommate and a dog. I don't want a house that's smaller than my apartment. That's insane.
And I don't want to give up being able to go do fun things when I want to. Flying across country to see bands. Taking my mom of vacation. Buying cool stuff for my friends.
On top of that, my Jeep is gravely ill. I'm going to attempt to replace the battery this weekend, and hope that's really the problem. If not, I'll have to get it towed someplace to get it fixed by someone who knows what they're doing, preferably someone who won't take the fact that I don't know what's wrong and run through my checking account with that knowledge.
But Xmas is coming, and I'm going to Tucson to see my mom. I don't want anything. Santa can pass me right on by if he likes. I have enough stuff. That's depressing in and of itself. It was the same with my birthday. I don't want any stuff. What's wrong with me? *sigh*