I remember that at that time, the original intention of buying a house was very simple, the pressure of society and family, and then I wanted a home of my own. But as time went on, I began to realize that the house didn't seem to bring me much joy. Instead, it weighed down on my heart like a huge stone and left me breathless.
The monthly mortgage and property fees make me feel as if I am working for that house forever, and it is a long-term job, what is the concept of 30 years, and there are several 30 years. The point is, I can't just change jobs, travel, or do what I want to do, because those need to be considered every month's mortgage.
What makes me even more sad is that we sacrificed almost all of our quality of life in order to buy a house. Save money, don't dare to travel, don't dare to buy what you like. Now that I think about it, it's really not worth it.
Now, I've come to understand that a house isn't all there is to life. We can't sacrifice our freedom and happiness for a house. I don't buy a house, I may live in a rented house, but then I may feel more free and relaxed than I have ever been. You can travel, change jobs, and do what you want at any time, without any constraints. At least that's what my friends around me do.
So, if I had to choose again, I probably wouldn't choose to buy a house. Of course, that's not to say that buying a home is necessarily bad. Everyone has their own lifestyle and values, and choosing to buy or rent a house is a personal choice. However, I hope that we can look at the problem of the house more rationally and not let it be the whole of our lives.
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