For a brief time here recently, I was the proud “owner” of about 4100 square feet of space (“owner” is in quotes because ownership is actually, legally and technically, kind of a complicated term. It often feels like you don’t really “own” anything). But I bought a house, and was still paying rent on an apartment, and a storage unit, and a moving truck, so for that moment in time, it was all “mine.” Continue reading
You know how when you live in an apartment and something goes wrong (i.e. faucet leaks, toilet clogs, window breaks), you can call the landlord and they will (in theory) come and fix it? It won’t be right away necessarily, and they may not be happy about it, but the important part is that, eventually, (a) it gets resolved, and (more significantly) (b) they pay for it. Yeah, that’s not how it works when you own a home. Continue reading
Nobody likes moving. Actually, let me qualify that. When I was in college, every summer, I went and worked for a moving company. It was long days, usually starting at 6 or 7 a.m. and often lasting well into the night. It was physically challenging, and not very mentally stimulating, but I loved it. There was something very satisfying about how straightforward and simple it was. At the beginning of the day, the truck is full and the house is empty. At the end of the day, the house is full and the truck is empty. Easy as that. Everyone is happy, a job well done. Every night, I slept like a baby, and woke up ready and eager to go the next day. In some (many) ways, I miss that simplicity.
But moving yourself isn’t nearly as fun, especially when it’s your stuff, your time, you’re not getting paid and, in fact, you are the one paying, in ways both expected and un-. Continue reading