After landing my first full-time job, I started apartment hunting with a friend. He was my college roommate and we knew that we could live together without any problems. While we were in the process of apartment hunting, I landed a new job (during the day) as an editor at a large publisher. We eventually found a place that was about an equal distance from our workplaces and we signed lease.
Life in the apartment was great: we had a two-bed, two-bath place so we could stay out of each others hair when we needed to, but really enjoyed living there together. I actually kind of miss it these days.
However, I’m financially-minded and I always hated writing that rent check. It seemed like such a waste. Yes, they were providing a place for us to live, but at the end of the day, it seemed like throwing money down the drain.
After our first year was up, we talked over our options and decided to sign on for six more months. We both had been thinking of buying houses as we had been saving our money and the market was beginning to turn into the buyer’s favor.
After the next six months was up, I decided I wanted to save more aggressively for a house and I boomeranged back to my parent’s house, yet again.
Tune in tomorrow when I post how I left my parents house (for good (I think!)) and ended up where I am today, owning half of my own house.
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