Wow. Even when I was 25 I knew that paying rent was crap. If I'd just bought a place sooner, I'd have saved tens of thousands on rent. Of course, I'd also be living in the burbs and I'd have missed out on a lot of my formative years (formative years being the end of university and the beginning of my life following that!) and all the fun that ensued. Still, I always wanted a place of my own.
About six months into our relationship, The Boy and I went to the spa and, in conversation, set some relationship parameters. I would not move to the burbs to live in his house. He would not move into my tiny apartment. After a very brief but very logical conversation we decided to move out of our separate places and buy a place together. We high-fived on it, that's the sort of people we are.
And so the apartment hunt began. I didn't want to outwardly skew our joint decision to find a place to live, but I'd been in love with a particular unit in a particular new building. My friend TL said "why don't we walk by it on our way to the grocery store? I can say something about how beautiful it is." and so we did. We walked by. She nonchalantly said, "I wonder what's going up there." I said, "It's a new condo. it's gorgeous. i have the floor plans at home." we got home, she asked to see the floor plans, I pointed out my favourite one, The Boy said "hmm. i could live with that." and we bought it.
Sure, it flooded a year later and we had the worst neighbour after that, but it's our home and I love it! No more rent! :) Scratch one off the list.
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