I’m sitting here sipping coffee and watching the morning light stream through the windows of my new home. It’s odd to write that sentence. As a Millennial, I have developed deep skepticism about homeownership. In my 20s and early 30s, it wasn’t clear to me that buying a home was the automatic best choice financially or emotionally. I liked having flexibility and resented the idea that homeownership served as a marker of real adulthood. And I was a content renter, particularly when something broke and I didn’t have to pay for it.
What makes a home?
What makes a home?
What makes a home?
I’m sitting here sipping coffee and watching the morning light stream through the windows of my new home. It’s odd to write that sentence. As a Millennial, I have developed deep skepticism about homeownership. In my 20s and early 30s, it wasn’t clear to me that buying a home was the automatic best choice financially or emotionally. I liked having flexibility and resented the idea that homeownership served as a marker of real adulthood. And I was a content renter, particularly when something broke and I didn’t have to pay for it.