So I’m a homeowner. Which is supposed to be a desirable thing. I don’t find it so. (I know, I’m an asshole and a privileged one at that — how dare I bitch about being a home owner — but I’m gonna, so hold on to your hats ladies and gentlemen).
I find home-owning to be a responsibility I don’t enjoy.
The most annoying thing about being a homeowner is that you have to fix your own shit. Gone are the days of being able to call your landlord and have someone magically appear and fix your shit. Now, I have to be the one to call someone. And because I don’t know shit about any of the things that go wrong in a house I am in the hands of these dudes — these home repair dudes. Without a dude of my own to handle these things, it lands on me.
This is what I mean. My gas fire place was acting funny. The flames going out and coming back on again. When you flipped the switch to turn it on it most times wouldn’t. So, I called the fireplace store and asked about having someone come out to look at it. It is an explosion hazard, so it concerns me a bit. And the answer was that they could come out for $160 and then assess the situation, if it needed repairs then it would be an additional $60 per half hour or some such nonsense. Now, it’s impossible to know how long this repair is going to take, so if you have this dude come out then you might end up paying a gazillion dollars.
So I turned off the pilot light.
No more explosion hazard.
Right. So that’s how I deal with home repairs. Don’t use the thing that’s broken, ignore the broken things and improvise. So far, so good.
It’s not that I don’t want to fix things. I do fix things sometimes. Like when my toilets were leaking water. I went on the internet and researched and assessed my issue, figured out how to fix it, went to Home Depot, got the parts, used my “tool kit” to change the tank bolts. And it was satisfying, but there are things beyond me, things that I don’t really care to learn how to do.
And then there are the tools. You need tools in order to do repairs. I have a basic screw driver, hammer, wrenches, pliers, level and a cordless screwdriver/drill thing. But nothing heavy duty.
So I long to be a renter again. More of a jet-setty renter…flitting from here to there, staying in some great place that’s furnished, and then leave to a new place.
I want to get rid of everything I own and just fly off to where ever, when ever. More on that later.
In closing, being a home owner means being responsible to this big stationary thing. Expected to do things I don’t know how to do, and wondering what impact all of these things are going to have when you want to sell the big stationary thing someday…and then what happens if my income goes down drastically? Uh-oh.