Give it ten years.
I have been thinking lately how living in an apartment would feel liberating after living in a house.
Houses are a non-stop shit ton of work if you want to keep it in sale-able condition and not feel permanently tied to it. A nice apartment with a balcony and a door man is tempting.
THIS. As much as I love my workshop(garage) and the house... Ten years in, I'm dead fucking tired of reserving more of my weekends to yard work, maintaining lawn equipment (I take it more seriously than most), maintaining the house...
That magically mowed, raked lawn and the magically maintained trim and flower beds of the apartment all seem so much more attractive to me now.
It just seemed like we could decide what the fuck we wanted to do any weekend we wanted where as now we are tethered to the house one day out of the weekend.
