I hate owning a house
Let me be clear: I never thought of my home as an investment, it's affordable, and I'm neither down nor up a significant amount on the purchase. But it's a massive time and fun suck, and I regret ever having bought it (and that's despite the fact that I like my garden, appreciate the tax benefits, and enjoy the peace of mind that I have no landlord to worry about).
Am I a freak? Well, it was nice to read in The New York Times today that I'm not alone:
Alan Berks the renter had spent his evenings with friends at African dance nights and jazz clubs. Alan Berks the homeowner lost an entire day rearranging the living room furniture. “I did find a spot for the couch that made me happy,” he said. “I was proud of myself. But where the couch is — that’s how I’m going to measure my happiness from now on? I remember thinking: ‘This is how people live? Why am I doing this?’ ”
I've never attended an African dance night, but I can sympathize with the sentiment.