Inspired Home Ownership

Renting Is Not FailingActs 17:26

For the renter who has moved four times in six years and keeps one box sealed so that she never fully arrives anywhere.

TahomaNative voice & healing

I Have Not Unpacked One Box In Four Moves

Messages

He Has Given Up And I Have Not

Downsizing Feels Like A Demotion

This Is Not The First One I Have Lost

I Send Money Home Every Month

The House We Were Going To Fill

Three Generations In One House

We Bought A Bigger One And Nothing Changed

I Have Not Unpacked One Box In Four Moves

I Have Not Told Anyone Yet

I Price Every House I Walk Into

The Last Good Thing Ended So I Am Bracing

We Did Everything Right And Lost It

My Glad Keeps Getting Interrupted By A List

My Landlord Is Fine And I Still Feel Temporary

They Think We Are Comfortable Now

The Second Thing Broke First

I Still Have The Listing Open

The Roof, Three Weeks After We Moved In

Not One Person Said A Word To Me

I Thanked Him And Immediately Asked For The Next Thing

We Had Already Chosen Her Room

I Read Other People Addresses As Verdicts Too

The Finish Line Keeps Moving

I Found Out What It Costs By Getting The Bill

There Is Water Where Water Should Not Be

The Letter Nobody Warned Us About

I Am Ashamed Of Where I Grew Up

I Think The Cost Is A Verdict On The Decision

I Will Not Hang Anything On The Walls

I Am Teaching Her The Scoreboard

My Brother Rents And I Feel It

We Budgeted The Buying, Not The Keeping

I Have Started This Four Times

The House My Father Would Have Liked

I Read The Balance Like A Report Card

I Am Not Going To Buy And I Am Tired Of Defending It

I Have Been Showering At My Brother House

I Resent My Own Life For It

I Was Told I Would Own By Now

I Feel Tricked And I Cannot Name By Whom

I Prayed About That House Specifically

I Lie Awake Listening To The House

We Got The Keys And I Felt Almost Nothing

I Have Stopped Opening The Mail

Six Years And Further Away Than We Started

I Think The House Is Telling Me Something

We Spent It On Something Real

The Boiler Went In The First Winter

Everybody I Grew Up With Owns

I Priced The Joy Out Of The First Year

I Think I Have To Earn The Gladness

They Told Me To Have Faith About It

Everybody Gathers Here And I Still Call It Small

I Cannot Stop Working On It Long Enough To Sit In It

I Stopped Telling People The Number

My Father Would Have Known How

I Cried In The Car And Could Not Say Why

I Am Furious At The Inspector

We Have To Un-Tell Everybody

I Saw The Scoreboard Plainly At A Funeral

She Asked When We Are Moving

I Tried To Fix It And Made It Worse

She Said When We Get A Real House

The Third One We Lost This Year

I Am Embarrassed To Ask A Basic Question

I Measure Against The House My Parents Worked For

I Cannot Celebrate Anything Anymore

I Rank My Friends Houses Without Meaning To

They Are Taking The Tree Down

We Have Never Said The Total Out Loud

We Have Stopped Telling Each Other

I Cannot Enjoy A Room Because I Am Pricing It

They Ask Me Every Thanksgiving

Maybe I Am Not The Kind Of Person Who Owns

I Inherited The House And The Scoreboard

Nobody Told Us What It Costs Once You Are In

I Have To Tell Him The Quote

We Got The Keys The Month After The Funeral