btw I can't even afford a 400k shack. I still rent. Once my 15 year old is out on his own, I may snag a camper shell and travel the continent taking froknowsfotos.
you aren't missing much. sometimes i wish i was a tenant. i own a place. But i don't want it. i never really wanted it. i really never wanted it to begin with i think. And when all my kids are done trashing it while growing up, ill probably max it out in leverage and let the bank foreclose on it. Because when they are grown, i have no purpose for it any longer really. why?
Because i never really wanted to buy it in the first place i don't think. Plus, by then, if it is still standing, the kids will have it totally wrecked. it is almost wrecked now. I used to think i would just give it to them. But by then, i don't think they will want it either. i want a shack on some land, maybe a boat. That's it. i don't even want a lawn to mow. How the hell i got stuck in cookie cutter property tax suburbia with a lawn to mow i couldn't tell ya. yah know, flowers by the walk, that kind of thing.
Town ordinances. lmao. suppose it is better than a coop but really. i actually refuse to mow the lawn. wife does it. hell with it let it grow i don't give a ****. it is like a strange version of hell. i cant even believe i actually pay for this. Just one big pile of more headaches. im tempted to tar the entire lawn. we got a cottage up north, no joke, still has a outhouse (though updated with modern plumbing and electrical). i think i would rather live there. no lawn there. just woods. i think most people, have this vision of moving up to a bigger house, four car garage. That kind of thing. screw that. i don't even want the one i have now. Lady down the street had this landscaping done, paver walkways trestle over deck. i wont deny more than once i just drove over the sidewalk and parked my truck right on the front lawn here. just because i wanted to.
i seal the driveways every couple years, entire time im swearing wishing it was dirt. Guess i shouldn't pave the lawn..Its it own version of hell, really. it is. i bought my first place i was drinking a cup of coffee at closing seeing it coming, i was 22 then more than 15 years ago. **** me, is all i could think. **** me. Even then. ill tell you my wife is one of them too, every year she is out planting flowers. she wont let me mow the lawn anyway she is afraid ill run them over. And i got to tell ya, this isn't even the worse. This is like crap but not the worst. in REAL cookie cutter tract home suburbia, i couldn't even imagine that.