A little thing I love is people’s houses. There are always so many details that talk about their history, the present occupants, the place. I can pass in front of the same building every day and still notice something new.
My mom watches those home-buyer shows. I can’t. I just think about how I’d never be able to afford anything anywhere near that level. Then seeing people with ridiculous budgets complain about minor things they could easily change, like wallpapers or kitchen islands, feels like petty nonsense. I’m out here in a crappy, mouse-infested studio that I only managed to nab because I applied for it on the same day it was posted online - every other place already had wait lists, while I was living in my car.
It must be so nice to afford to have standards in living conditions.
So I do have a home now that I bought, but it’s an overpriced shack that’s falling apart if you breathe too loudly. I still feel the house envy.
I walk past other peoples homes and boil with rage at families who bought their homes 10years earlier for a fraction of the price I paid, with tiny affordable mortgages that apparently didn’t entirely empty their wallets.
Best financial risk Ive ever taken, but the bitterness of seeing others doing better simply because they bought earlier doesnt go away.
And I know it’s not their fault. They’re technically in the same class as me, but a roll of the dice gave them a slightly easier life.
But the actual villains who orchestrated all this are nowhere to be seen.
A little thing I love is people’s houses. There are always so many details that talk about their history, the present occupants, the place. I can pass in front of the same building every day and still notice something new.
I get incredible house-envy when I walk past. Hard to shake off
My mom watches those home-buyer shows. I can’t. I just think about how I’d never be able to afford anything anywhere near that level. Then seeing people with ridiculous budgets complain about minor things they could easily change, like wallpapers or kitchen islands, feels like petty nonsense. I’m out here in a crappy, mouse-infested studio that I only managed to nab because I applied for it on the same day it was posted online - every other place already had wait lists, while I was living in my car.
It must be so nice to afford to have standards in living conditions.
So I do have a home now that I bought, but it’s an overpriced shack that’s falling apart if you breathe too loudly. I still feel the house envy.
I walk past other peoples homes and boil with rage at families who bought their homes 10years earlier for a fraction of the price I paid, with tiny affordable mortgages that apparently didn’t entirely empty their wallets.
Best financial risk Ive ever taken, but the bitterness of seeing others doing better simply because they bought earlier doesnt go away.
And I know it’s not their fault. They’re technically in the same class as me, but a roll of the dice gave them a slightly easier life.
But the actual villains who orchestrated all this are nowhere to be seen.
The first sentence had me worried.
Lol! Did not mean it like that…
Rung cameras be like