Owning a home is pretty easy. It’s down right smart, honestly. It’s like putting an investment into yourself, you know? Making sure that you have something to show for your hard earned money. AND, it’s relatively cheap, I mean, when you compare it to renting. You can do anything your little HGTV inspired mind will let you. You own it! Live it up!
So why do I feel like owning a home isn’t for me?
Being a homeowner for the past 3+ years has had it’s ups and downs. More ups than downs honestly, but over the past year or two I’ve had this feeling that I was ready for something different (I get like this a lot). Earlier this year, I was in the process of trying to figure out my next career move. Along with this came the thought of if this career move would include an actual MOVE move. It was basically because I didn’t know if I wanted to live in Charlotte anymore. I’ve gotten into a mood that it was time for me to spread my wings and be a part of another experience. As much as I love it here (I mean, I have a tattoo of the skyline), I felt like my time was up. It’s a part of my personality where I tend to get bored and I start to feel complacent. It affects my mood, and eventually starts to effect my life socially and professionally. So as I contemplated about the next stage of my life, I could only ask myself, would I end up staying in this same area and grow my professional career in a city I’ve grown to love but essentially have outgrown, or do I make a change now.
There is also this other thing…
Over the past 3+years of owning a home, I’ve yet to feel like I was “home”. Is this something I’ve done subconsciously to ensure that I don’t get too comfortable and keep myself constantly on the go? Who knows. My home was OK though. It was somewhere I slept and chilled out, but never really felt homey. I don’t know if “homey” is even a feeling that I’ve ever really felt in my home. My house first felt more like a home thanks to my old roommate who helped rid the extra bedroom of silence. I mean, my house is pretty bland. No colored paint on the walls, no pictures up anywhere that actually mean anything. I didn’t do many projects to make the place look better. It’s just a dwelling that I decided to buy because I thought that’s what you were supposed to do.
Not owning a home isn’t bad…
I’ve come to realize that my personality and buying a home, isn’t really a match made in heaven. For someone who tends to get a new car every 3 to 4 years, switch jobs about that often as well (not companies, jobs). I like to think that I’m an ambitious fellow, and that this type of ambition, shouldn’t be tied down. Or maybe I just don’t want to be in the same spot for too long, who knows? And for the longest, living here in Charlotte, in my wonderful 2 bedroom, 2.5 bath townhome next to the nicest neighbors I’ve ever had in life, was a great experience. But I think that this experience was only for a season, because something was missing. Maybe it’s the fact that I lived out in the surburbs of Charlotte, without a family, and that living closer to the city is probably what I really needed. But I did live in the city right before moving to the suburbs, so maybe moving was a mistake, or maybe I just needed a change of pace at that time, and now I need a change of pace again. Luckily, my company, that I LOVE to work for had an opportunity I could not let slide by me and I am ever grateful that I am able to start my next journey in life because of them.
Adulting is hard folks. You never know if you’ve made the right decision for yourself until you go and do it. Listen to your friends, take in their advice but you won’t know how to deal with life until that hurdle comes rushing towards you in that moment. Then and only then will you realize what you have to do.
So yeah, while I have enjoyed owning a home, and having a place to call my own, I don’t think a traditional home is made for me. Maybe a condo in a city built like a big community is what I need. Maybe we’ll find out when I move to DC in two months. Only time will tell, and I’m so ready for this next adventure. Maybe a little hesitant at first, but I’ll eventually get going at my own pace.