If only New York didn’t have to be so special. If only the rent-versus-buy calculator gave me a more concrete answer — I wouldn’t have jumped off the Renter ship so quickly. And so, I mourn a little.
Okay, a lot.
When the sponsor of my future potential condo accepted my offer, I was shocked. Shocked because I got an answer within two hours. Shocked because — for all I know — buying property in New York could be a secret, terrible money pit of which I am completely unaware. “No,” I thought. “There must be something wrong. There has to be a catch.” Renting is something I know. I don’t have any first-hand experience with owning. Which led to…
Anger! Renting is so easy. Real estate people make me mad. You’re telling me I have to stay in one place for more than five years? That makes my young, restless heart tremble.
And so I bargained with myself (before I’d have to bargain with my landlord). I understand that I could have a nice hedge against inflation and an $8,000 gift from the government, but my heat and hot water is currently included in my rent. Can I take that with me to my new place? Can I?
Nah. I have to leave my tolerable, slightly annoying rented apartment, just slightly too far from public transportation and amenities. I have to give up the cockroaches. I have to leave my quirky Sicilian landlord. I must abandon my cheap rent and carefree lifestyle for one that’s slightly more you’ll-thank-yourself-later.
And so, I accepted it. I am no longer a renter; I am, as some friends have called me, an “adult”. I am crossing the threshold into an unknown world at the signing of a contract and a down-payment check. And now: real estate lawyers.









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