Four years ago, I sold my last house. I had an insane moment and moved to Las Vegas. I went to dealer school and soon figured out that they don’t hire anyone full time and I could not make a living. I was there 4 months. And then I came home. To no home. I stayed with a friend for a couple of months, then 2 separate apartments over 3 years and now I’m in a duplex that I actually love. I actually hung pictures and I’m planning on planting tomatoes next month. It’s already as close to a home as I’ve had in years. But it’s expensive and it’s not mine.
I’ve debated on owning again. I was kind of over the joys of home ownership. I have to hire almost everything done and that can get expensive. And as a realtor I find that people hide problems. I’m scared if I buy something that soon it’ll become a money pit. But I also have not had a real home since 2015. And I’ve lived off of profits from sale of last home for virtually four years so right now I can’t afford a home. But that will change in a few months when I can start growing social security. And today I realized I need a home. Something that’s mine, warts and all.
I can’t wait. But I’ll have to wait.