MIKE: “I like my apartment, but I don’t love it.” ESTER: “Have you ever loved an apartment?”
Americans’ biggest expenses are the ones to cut back on: housing, transportation, and food.
Here are some scenes from my rich inner fantasy life. The paint is buckling on the walls of my living room. It is because there is certainly mold, or water damage, or ancient knob and tube wiring, causing it to distort. The floorboards in my apartment are possibly original, but could be stripped and sanded. I should dust the chandelier that hangs precariously in my living room, but I should check to make sure it’s right for the time and era of my home before I put in the work. The wall that separates my kitchen and bedroom is surely unnecessary and most likely not load bearing; I will take it down to the studs. I will punch through the sheetrock and the plaster with a sledgehammer, and create a flowing sanctum of peace. There will be clean linens and the trim will shine. I will do this all and stay under my budget. I have been watching a lot of HGTV.
We found out where the closest laundromat was because after waiting half an hour, my roommate had to pee so badly that we went in a frantic search of the closest public restroom.
We would be good parents, and we would be good frugal folks, and we would be so, so lonely.
There was an infestation of squirrels in the home. Teeth marks still scarred the built-ins.
My wife and I lived in a home for more than 10 years. In August of 2014, we moved out and put it into service as a rental. We intend to sell the house when our current tenants move out (their lease is up at the end of August of 2015, but we’ve told them they can move out earlier if they want and they’ve indicated that they may).
I bought a house in cash when I was 22, and then sold it for 2.5 times the amount of money four years later.