I often have to remind myself why I'm glad we're renting instead of owning a house. I often dream about owning a little home, complete with cute backyard, patio, and driveway. I also love dreaming about the colors I'd paint the rooms in the house, as I cannot stand blank white walls (the standard in apartment living). I dream of fixing up a kitchen to be exactly what I want it to be, to having a little garden plot where I can grow fresh things like tomatoes, herbs, squash, peppers, and many other yummy veggies I love. I dream of the hardwood floors with beautiful area rugs that our son crawls around on. I dream of bright airy windows, draped with soft, sheer curtains that filter the light in. My dream house isn't big by any means, in fact, it's quite quaint... easily obtainable everywhere but Northern Virginia (and yeah, anywhere north of that, but we're not looking to live up north). My dream home is perfect in my mind.
What I don't dream about is repairs that YOU, the owner, have to make, and pay for. I don't dream about paying someone to fix my refrigerator. I don't dream about paying for someone to fix my A/C, and then two days later, pay for them to come back out and put a whole new A/C unit in. I don't dream about paying for an exterminator to come and fumigate for fleas... fleas which I did not ask for, but the stupid people downstairs caused by feeding 16 feral cats... thus, allowing us, o' fortunate ones that we are, to track in fleas.
No... I don't dream about these things. In fact, I'm quite thankful to pay my rent and have someone else pay for these things. I know, I know, there are so many benefits to owning a house, including equity in your home, but really? At this point in the game, we couldn't afford any of those repairs. Broken A/C? We'd just sit in front of fans the whole summer. Broken refrigerator? We'd just enjoy warm milk! So, yes... I'm a proud tenant. I enjoy being able to call someone else to pay for my problems.