In May of 09 I became a home owner. Woohoo!

It appears that houses know you are a new home owner and are like “let’s break everywhere.”

I bought an older house so I knew I would have issues and for the most part, I can’t complain. Everything is working well.

It’s the working well that is getting me. The actual cost of operating a home is enormous and monthly.

People used to say to me “you pay how much in rent? You could be a home owner for the same price.” Damn you I say to those people, damn you.

Sure, the initial house loan may or may not be equivalent to that of a rent payment. What those home owners don’t tell you is that new bills start getting delivered address to you: Home Insurance, house taxes, hydro, water and gas.

Before if a furnace broke, toilet leaked, pipes burst or power lost I just picked up a phone and made a call to the land lord. When you’re a home owner, you become that person.

Sure, I get it, eventually and in the long run I will smile because my house will “appreciate” and I will retain the money I have put into it: eventually. The unfortunate thing is that right now I don’t live in eventually. I am living today. And today my ass is broke.

Last night however I was sitting in my house. Cleaned the kitchen and the living room and I just sat. No one was there and it was quiet. It was peaceful. I was home.