We pay rent for our townhouse.
It's $1,000 a month. That has nothing to do with our credit; that's just how much it costs to live here.
For that, we have 1 1/2 bathrooms, a (very) small kitchen combined with living room, two bedrooms, a laundry area, and a two-car garage. We also have a community pool and exercise equipment area (not that impressive but it's okay) we can use. Our house is really too small, we don't have a yard and many of our neighbors are low-class (as in behavior, not economic status) and rude. I'm sick of living here, even though it's pretty nice to look at. I want privacy and I'm tired of the inconsiderate, mannerless people and their out-of-control kids that we have to live near.
We want to build a house, but the current state of the economy has put that dream off by several years. We researched pretty much everywhere around here when we got married before we settled on this place.
When I think about being stuck here, it makes me sad. I want to move on with life and get out of the rental cycle. I put my trust in people twice my age who supposedly have more wisdom than members of my generation to keep our country safe and secure for us. That's not happening, and it makes me depressed. I feel like I've been let down.
God help us if whoever is voted into office decides to be a hardliner and starts World War III with Iran, Venezuela, Cuba, and Russia.