I so badly want to own my own home.
For the past year and a half, I’ve trawled through hundreds of property listings on the Internet. I’ve personally visited close to 70 houses and/or condos during that time too, becoming well-versed in ZIP codes, school districts, crime stats and architectural flaws.
Despite developing expertise and building confidence, beneath the surface I’m still petrified by the responsibility of it all.
It’s the same type of hesitance one might feel when, after a lifetime of dating, he begins to consider marriage. The commitment of forever, the responsibility of another and the risk of disillusionment could weigh too heavily on his mind, turning his feet cold.
That’s what I’m experiencing: cold feet.
Can I make good on my promise to love, honor and pay dearly for a property?¬†Do I want the high-maintenance mortgage when my monthly rental keeps things simple?¬†And, really, why should I buy the cow, when I can get the milk for cheap? Way cheap.