I have only just started saving for a house, but already I’m beginning to imagine how nice it’ll be to not work out of a bedroom and to have enough space to take that kitchen cart out of storage. (Speaking of which, I totally forgot what we even have down there; it’s like a Noah’s Ark of duplicate cutlery and coffee pots.) It’ll also be wonderful to see Buster romp around in something other than our tiny living room space.
I have been following a lot of your blogs for ages and I see you doing projects, deck expansions, and renovations and as exciting as that must be, it also makes me freak out. Am I really ready for home ownership? Here are some things that kind of terrify me about the idea:
If it has four legs and it is not a dog or a cat, I’m up shit’s creek. I remember when we first moved to this apartment and had a drink in our “backyard” (parking space, whatever). A skunk appeared out of nowhere and started skunking around behind Bryan. Naturally, I got up and started flailing my arms and running around like a banshee because I am an asshole. “JESUS CHRIST!” Bryan yelled before he got up and dragged me to the top of the driveway. Note to self: this does not scare away skunks and we are lucky we weren’t sprayed.
The suburbs come with cute backyard animals like bunnies and chipmunks, but what if I come across one of those centipedes or a bear in the backyard??
Other things that scare me:
How in the hell am I going to take care of an entire house? I can barely keep up with the maintenance on 700 square feet. I just finally got on top of changing my humidifier filter regularly, and now I should expect to change out the HVAC filter (or is it called a furnace??) regularly. I may be getting in over my head.
I am not crafty. Or fancy (from LA to Tokyo…) With the exception of haphazardly banging nails into walls, I’m not really sure I’d be much help setting up the joint.
Exactly how much of a nest egg is one expected to keep in the event that a hot water heater goes or the roof needs to be replaced?
I like to take vacations and worry that home ownership will seriously stifle my wanderlust.
WHAT THE FUCK IS A PERGOLA?!
These are just a few things that scare me off—but only for a moment or two. When I weigh the pros of not having to seek approval by our condo board for every foster animal we bring home, sunbathing in a backyard without having the neighbors think I’m crazy, or having an extra room to storm off in when I need to be left alone (it’s kind of hard to make a dramatic exit when you’re going from the living room to the bedroom), I realize that this is an ambitious goal I am excited to save for.
Have you purchased a home? What are some things I should know?