There is a lot of shit I hate about owning a home. At the top of the list is MAINTENANCE. Yards need to be cut, pools need to be cleaned, roofs need to be repaired, plumbing issues need to be fixed, fucking siding needs to be replaced, weeds need to be pulled, ant mounds need to be killed, trees need to be pruned, A/C units need to be replaced... and the list goes on, and on, and ON. My head hurts like the dickens just thinking about it.
And, when you belong to a Home Owner's Association with Nazi volunteer inspectors, you get regular "courtesy" notices asking that you kindly replace your leaning mailbox (leaning gives it character!), or paint the tarnished copper awning over your front door (copper is supposed to look like that, assholes!), or repave your cracked driveway (we LIKE crack!), or to power wash the north side of the house to remove traces of mold (mold, schmold... we live in fucking Houston, the humidity capital of the world!), or to remove the "truck with camper" from the driveway (it's a fucking RV, assholes... the Minnie Winnie was highly offended when that notice came). They're adult bullies. And, I hate them.
My point here is that our house has become a fucking money pit. And, when you're poor like us, you just can't afford to keep up with that shit. One step forward leads to five steps back. It's always SOMETHING... something broken, something old, something dirty, etc. Plus, it's annoying as fuck to spend money on things outside of vacations, booze, food and clothes.
So, we're finally giving up on the "American Dream" and moving back into the world of renting. That's right... when shit goes wrong, we're calling the property managers to fix that shit! I'ma sit on my fat ass sipping on a pina colada while someone else replaces the A/C filter or fixes the garage door opener. Life is too damn short to spend every waking minute fixing broken shit and throwing perfectly good booze money away on maintenance repairs. Screw that crap! Momma needs a REAL vacation!