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  • I bought a house in March last year. For all the wrong reasons. Then again, the right reasons to own property seems spurious too sometimes.

    Anyways, I bought a house, and have been trying to understand what it means for a year to 'own property'. I am figuring out the confluence of ego, aging and fear that made me think having a house status symbol was the logical next step.

    There are other factors. Ones that are not logical and don't need to be. My deep inscrutable need for space & security. That gender-thing, playing house, a hope for a future that includes a spouse and kids, even though at present none are here. Buying a house is a superstitious act, a bet on a future I can't predict but really, really hope is gonna work out in my favor.

    We take owning things for granted, because it's so easy to own things in the developed world. We may even think ownership is a right instead of a privilege of location and birth.

    A house is weird because it's only a loan really. My house, and the land it sits on will outlive me, so really I am leasing an idea of the future for now, from the actual future.

    I'm going to use this diary to record the story of my house, and myself as we evolve together.
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