New house on the block
My friend is buying a house.
A house. I can't image looking for a house, much less buying one.
As I sat on an early Saturday morning (3 a.m.), it hit me. I'm getting older. Not that it's a bad thing, but I'm not 17 anymore.
Of all the stuff they teach you in high school and college, none of them prepares you for getting older. Literally. For that moment when you realized you're not a kid anymore and you have responsibilities and choices to make. I wish they taught "GETTING OLDER 101" and "LIFE CHOICES 313." That would have been more useful than Algebra 301.
I can't live like a college student forever. And I probably shouldn't. My friends are getting married, having babies, buying houses, settling down and putting down roots.
Well, some of them are, and then there the people like me.
We rent apartments, we're single or just dating, we're not looking to get married or to settle down anytime soon. We don't want to take care of a yard or mortgage, or think about staying in anyplace for too long. For some that's a year, for others it's five. No matter -- we just don't put down roots.
So back to my friend, he told me out of the blue he's buying a house. (Sorry, even now I'm in a state of shock.) I didn't know what to say. It's not like buying a car or an iPod. It's a freaking house.
I asked him how this happened. He said he liked his job, it is near family and friends, and he likes the people he works with. But most of all that he really wanted to do it. I'm really proud and exited that he's building a life in a place he enjoys.
But at that moment I realized I wasn't in the position to buy a house. I wouldn't even know what to do with a house. Who would work on the yard? I would need to hire a gardener. I can't even keep an apartment clean; if I had a house it would be a complete mess.
So for now, I'm foregoing the gardener, the maid and the house, and sticking to paying rent.
I know at some point I'll put down roots and, who knows, maybe I'll even like working in the yard. OK, I'll end up with a gardener ... who are we kidding?
On the TV: MI-5 (Never watched the show, but I hear it's good.)
A house. I can't image looking for a house, much less buying one.
As I sat on an early Saturday morning (3 a.m.), it hit me. I'm getting older. Not that it's a bad thing, but I'm not 17 anymore.
Of all the stuff they teach you in high school and college, none of them prepares you for getting older. Literally. For that moment when you realized you're not a kid anymore and you have responsibilities and choices to make. I wish they taught "GETTING OLDER 101" and "LIFE CHOICES 313." That would have been more useful than Algebra 301.
I can't live like a college student forever. And I probably shouldn't. My friends are getting married, having babies, buying houses, settling down and putting down roots.
Well, some of them are, and then there the people like me.
We rent apartments, we're single or just dating, we're not looking to get married or to settle down anytime soon. We don't want to take care of a yard or mortgage, or think about staying in anyplace for too long. For some that's a year, for others it's five. No matter -- we just don't put down roots.
So back to my friend, he told me out of the blue he's buying a house. (Sorry, even now I'm in a state of shock.) I didn't know what to say. It's not like buying a car or an iPod. It's a freaking house.
I asked him how this happened. He said he liked his job, it is near family and friends, and he likes the people he works with. But most of all that he really wanted to do it. I'm really proud and exited that he's building a life in a place he enjoys.
But at that moment I realized I wasn't in the position to buy a house. I wouldn't even know what to do with a house. Who would work on the yard? I would need to hire a gardener. I can't even keep an apartment clean; if I had a house it would be a complete mess.
So for now, I'm foregoing the gardener, the maid and the house, and sticking to paying rent.
I know at some point I'll put down roots and, who knows, maybe I'll even like working in the yard. OK, I'll end up with a gardener ... who are we kidding?
On the TV: MI-5 (Never watched the show, but I hear it's good.)
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