Here I am, over a month from my last post and six months into homeownership. Since I’ve been back in the country, I’ve written a book (almost) completely, turned my passion into semi-consistent dollars, and picked up a gig that I really want. I’ll get to the first two points in subsequent posts this week. Today, I want to talk about the adulting that goes into being a homeowner.
Like everything we’re “supposed” to do when we become adults (marriage, buying land, having kids, investing), buying a house is not as easy as it seems. You have to find the right one and, the thing is, you don’t know it’s the right one until you find it. And, after you find it, you’ll realize that, while it’s a blessing, your next one will probably be more “right” because there are little things you didn’t think about when you signed on the line.
But, now that I look back, buying was the easy part. The challenge is maintaining. If there is a leak, I have to fix it. When the grass grows, I have to cut it. Need fencing? There’s someone who’ll do it for you but you’ll be paying for it. If my water heater goes out, I have to shell out some ungodly amount of money to have it replaced. And, if something requires an appointment being set, someone has to be home to meet the technician (unlike the times when the guy from the apartment’s facilities team could just have it handled with or without you there).
I say all that to say this: owning a house is not a rite of passage you must accomplish by any age. Just like marriage isn’t. Just like having kids isn’t. It’s not for everyone. And, while it has its ups, it also has its downs. Don’t let society tell you that you must do x, y, and z by dates 1, 2, and 3. Your life is your life and you must live it as such.
Oh… And buy a heavy bag if you can. You’ll probably want to have something to hit when some important thing in your house decides to act up for no logical reason.
Make following your own timeline a priority.











