For the past ten years, I’ve lived with my family in rented apartments in a 1970s housing estate that covers the erstwhile infields of the poor tenant farm of FisksÃ¤tra. Yesterday, my wife and I signed a contract to buy a 114 sqm house on one of the surrounding hills, BÃ¥thÃ¶jden, “Boat Hill”!
We need another bedroom for our 10-y-o, and we calculate that it won’t be all that much more expensive to pay a mortgage on the house than it would be to rent a four-roomer instead of our current three-roomer. The main proponents of buying a house have been my dad and my wife. My conditions were that I wouldn’t take on a monthly cost that would force me to abandon research and get a normal job, and I can’t be bothered to do any significant work on the structural upkeep of a house, nor to tend a garden. And our new house fits the bill: all in good condition, only a few small flower beds in its fenced courtyard. The lawns to one side are communal and cared for with money from the collective.
We’ll be moving no later than mid-December. Chances are I’ll return in my blogging to the subject of home-ownership over the following months.
In other news, I am very proud to announce that at least one of Aard’s regulars is a Booker-prize winner. Whuzzup, Keri!