...last night, out of nowhere, Mike tells me that we shouldn't buy a house because he knows that he can't do all the things that come along with owning a house. For example, fixing the roof, shovelling the snow, raking the leaves, mowing the lawn. I am glad that he has accepted this fact. He tells me that when we plan on moving into a bigger place, we should look for a condo with two bedrooms and den. I told him that we should look for a building that doesn't have a pool or a gym so we don't have to pay for ridiculous maintenance fees. Although a small townhouse wouldn't be so bad, Mike wouldn't have to do all that outdoor maintenance.
We have a year and a half to think about what we want to do. A lot can happen in that amount of time. Who knows, maybe we might win the lottery and end up living on an island. Wishful thinking!!!