Having lived in the city for the last 9 years, I had never really thought about leaving. I prided myself on being a Cityot and not having chunky highlights. The city has everything I could ever want. It has my dream job, it has walk-able amazing restaurants, it has awesome shopping and fashion, and it has Second City, my home away from home that I’ve currently been away from for far too long.
However, there comes a point in a lot of our lives when it’s time to buy a house or move to somewhere bigger than you currently are, especially if you’re living in less than 800sq feet. For us, it was getting married and receiving glorious gifts that we then had to bring to Mr. O’s mom’s basement for storage. I don’t even remember what some of them are and it kills me. Over the last few months, we realized that it was finally time for us to move somewhere bigger, somewhere with rooms.
Having never wanted to leave the city, we first thought we’d look here. But, when the average detached home costs over a million male deer, we realized we’d have to expand our search. So we let our budget dictate where we would find a house to live in and own that we didn’t hate.
And, because the market even outside of the city is well, appalling, we settled on a beautiful 3-bedroom house, 55minutes outside of the city. What’s that all about? Yes, our budget, which is fairly reasonable, took us an extremely long commute away. That’s the sad reality of today’s real estate market. Unless you bought 7 years ago, or you are independently rich, or have a great trust fund, or you’re not afraid of a GIGANTIC mortgage, you gotta leave. Unfortunately.
Luckily, Mr. O and I drive a lot, and we like driving together, so this actually won’t be the worst. Because we’ll get two hours together daily on our commute and when we get home, we will love where we live. We’ll love having space. We’ll have a home. So for those city people who are wanting to take the next step into home ownership but know that owning in the city will never ever happen unless you win the lottery, below are a few reasons as to why moving to the burbs isn’t the worst:
- Bang for your buck. You don’t have to live in a box anymore.
- A yard, a mother f-ing yard y’all!
- Have you ever gone grocery shopping in the burbs? It’s exponentially cheaper.
- Guest rooms. Would you like to stay over? That’s no problem because we have three bedrooms.
- Three bathrooms.
- A basement; for storage, or to finish, or to do both. Woooty woot!
- When you’re given a gift, you don’t have to stress out about how you’re just going to put it on top of another gift.
- A slower pace of life.
- A kitchen that has enough cupboard space.
- Linen closets.
- Did I say a back yard?
- Oh yeah, a GARAGE!
- A back deck.
- BBQ’s. Think about all the meat you can Q? Or veggies, for the non meat eaters out there.
- Privacy, said like how a British person would say it: Priv-Ah C.
So while the commute will be a major b-word. The benefits truly outweigh the cons in this situation. Because we, my friends, are Adulting. And we are Adulting hard.