To buy or not to buy
I'm sitting on the couch waiting with bated breath for an email from our landlords. They have agreed to sell us the townhouse that we have been renting for the past nine months. Now comes the hard part, agreeing on a price.
Buying a home in the Midwest seemed like such an easy (ok, not all that easy) undertaking, but here it is absolutely insane. We feel extremely poor around here. For one thing, we can't afford a house because a mortgage of $3K a month is CRAZY. Secondly, the cars people drive around here are insane: Jaguar, Lotus, Maserati. That car payment could be just as much as a 3 bedroom mortgage. Finally, I see plastic surgery creations walking around every day. I see woman of all ages with major work on their faces not to mention all the boob jobs floating by.
Where does all the money come from? Do I even want to know?
Ok, back to buying the townhouse. What happens if Brian is offered a job in Timbuktu next year and we have to go through the same thing we did in Milwaukee when trying to sell our condo? I don't think I can go through the rollercoaster of having a house on the market for 6 months again. On the other hand, I have all these great things planned out in my mind that we could do to this place: new kitchen cabinets and counter tops, new appliances (god I hate electric stoves!), tear out the peach carpet in our bedroom...the list could go on and on.
Of course we need to buy something soon. We are just throwing away our money renting in a place where home prices keep going up at a rate of about 18% a year. Not a bad savings account return! It would be nice to be in a place that we knew we would be in for awhile, but what kind of fun would that be? I don't know what would happen to us if we lived in the same location for more than two years at a time. Would we melt like the Wicked Witch of the West? Would we turn into old farts that didn't have the need to explore the world any longer? Or would we just continue to be happy and actually be able to live in the present rather than thinking about what the next move would be.
Buying a home in the Midwest seemed like such an easy (ok, not all that easy) undertaking, but here it is absolutely insane. We feel extremely poor around here. For one thing, we can't afford a house because a mortgage of $3K a month is CRAZY. Secondly, the cars people drive around here are insane: Jaguar, Lotus, Maserati. That car payment could be just as much as a 3 bedroom mortgage. Finally, I see plastic surgery creations walking around every day. I see woman of all ages with major work on their faces not to mention all the boob jobs floating by.
Where does all the money come from? Do I even want to know?
Ok, back to buying the townhouse. What happens if Brian is offered a job in Timbuktu next year and we have to go through the same thing we did in Milwaukee when trying to sell our condo? I don't think I can go through the rollercoaster of having a house on the market for 6 months again. On the other hand, I have all these great things planned out in my mind that we could do to this place: new kitchen cabinets and counter tops, new appliances (god I hate electric stoves!), tear out the peach carpet in our bedroom...the list could go on and on.
Of course we need to buy something soon. We are just throwing away our money renting in a place where home prices keep going up at a rate of about 18% a year. Not a bad savings account return! It would be nice to be in a place that we knew we would be in for awhile, but what kind of fun would that be? I don't know what would happen to us if we lived in the same location for more than two years at a time. Would we melt like the Wicked Witch of the West? Would we turn into old farts that didn't have the need to explore the world any longer? Or would we just continue to be happy and actually be able to live in the present rather than thinking about what the next move would be.
posted by April at 9:25 PM
1 Comments:
I'll tell you where the money comes from for plastic surgery: Credit cards. There's a reason why Americans have more debt than any other society. Insurance doesn't cover plastic surgury, but you can bet the surgeons accept plastic as money---can you imagine how much those proceedures are actually costing post-interest etc?!
Hey, you could be plastic too! Lucky you were raised with a good head on your shoulders and not some vaccuous waste-of-space capable only of giggling and jiggling. Those are the people who need such surgery ...but I digress...
NEVER let the plastic bizzos make you feel bad. They get all that "work" done and can STILL never get/keep a man. BTW I hear that Jenna is divorced (once again).
Case in point. ;-)
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