I’m a girl who has rented apartment after apartment (oh the stories I could tell…). From the good, to the bad, to the ugly I’ve seen and lived in it all, trust me. Overall, renting is fine but everytime I write that rent check I stop and think about the money I’m essentially throwing away. It pains me that this monthly allotment doesn’t go towards anything of true value (I’m sure the receiver of said check would disagree with me on that point).
I’ve done the research and the last survey showed that homeowner net worth exceed renters by 46%. Awesome.
So, while I have a place to call home, I don’t have a place to call “my own.” A place where I can paint the walls any color I choose, make remodeling changes if I’m feeling “Tim the Toolman Tailor-ish”, or landscape to my hearts content. I want that. I’ve been wanting that for a while now.
Many of my friends recently took the next big adult step and bought places of their own. Those Facebook status updates were more brutal for me than the “I just got engaged!” updates (ok, that’s not entirely true but they come a close second). Update after update got me thinking. Why couldn’t I at least figure out what my options were?