Gah! I know I often go around talking about the benefits to renting, but just like lots of you, there are days when I really really hate it too.
When I look around at my peers, most of them already own a house. My little brother has had his for years, my married cousins all have one, most of my friends here in town have them too. Heck, a lot of people my age are selling their "starter homes" & buying their second houses! But here we are, still renting. Some days, particularly when things are not going right in our house, I feel kind of sad about it. I feel like I got the short end of the stick somehow.
I know it's not true. I know that this is our choice. I know that buying at this point just wouldn't be worth it & could be a really big gamble. I KNOW, but looking at other people's beautiful houses & knowing they own them can be so deflating.
But then, I am so lucky too. I'm lucky to have been born in the US. I'm lucky that we rent a house & don't live in an apartment (I've had many years there too). I'm lucky to have found my hubby. I'm lucky to have my jobs. I'm lucky I was able to get an education (MPA baby!) I'm lucky to have great friends, old & new. I'm lucky to have an awesome family. I'm lucky that we have enough money to take a little vacation every now & then. God is good to us :)
I have so much to be thankful for, the list could go on & on. Sometimes when I find myself feeling bad, I sit think about what I do have rather than what I don't. I think about all the people in the world who have so much less & think, "dang Sarah, these are basically the definition of first world problems. Get over yourself."
Right? Sometimes it's just gotta be said.
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