Home is where the heart is...
Don't get me wrong. I love my family and friends. I love Denver. But I'm starting to think that the American dream of homeownership is a dream best left to people who like to paint after work and shop at Lowe's on the weekends. I am not that person. I started out wide eyed and excited: new sinks and lights, painting a bathroom, installing new door knobs. The magic lasted about a year. The honeymoon period has long since ended. A new shower door? I could fly to San Diego. Energy efficient windows? A volunteer trip to Costa Rica. I have determined that I would rather rent and live closer to downtown. Alas the economy is not in my favor today. Hopefully my new ceiling fan will bring me as much joy as a road trip.
Don't get me wrong. I love my family and friends. I love Denver. But I'm starting to think that the American dream of homeownership is a dream best left to people who like to paint after work and shop at Lowe's on the weekends. I am not that person. I started out wide eyed and excited: new sinks and lights, painting a bathroom, installing new door knobs. The magic lasted about a year. The honeymoon period has long since ended. A new shower door? I could fly to San Diego. Energy efficient windows? A volunteer trip to Costa Rica. I have determined that I would rather rent and live closer to downtown. Alas the economy is not in my favor today. Hopefully my new ceiling fan will bring me as much joy as a road trip.
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