I bought the palatial estate at Surlywood in 2003; the 15 years since then represent the longest time I’ve stayed in one place since ever. Those who have survived similar terms tend to report results like these:
Oh, there have been problems from time to time, the problems every homeowner faces — messed-up plumbing, and a leaky roof, and appliances breaking. Since I’ve been there, I’ve had the roof replaced, and the dishwasher, and the water heater (twice, in fact) and I had had to buy a new refrigerator when I moved in (and will probably have to replace that some time soon) and a new furnace and air conditioner. And I still need to replace a ceiling light fixture and ceiling fan, but those are low-priority because I don’t NEED them and also they involved getting someone out who can work in my messy bedroom…
I got a reminder of these things last night, when a mere toilet flush resulted in an earth-shattering Kaboom. (Problem: the outflow gizmo from the flush valve disconnected itself from the water pipe in the middle of the tank. Quickly.)
On balance, it’s been good, owning my own house. Yes, when there’s no hot water and you realize you probably have the big expense (and possibly added code-changes) of getting a new one, you do long a bit for a maintenance crew that can just “make it so” without you having to juggle the logistics or pay (though maybe your rent goes up the next time you sign a contract). But there are also no mandatory “insect sprayings” and I don’t have to worry about the stacks of books that have built up, or the larger amounts of fabric and yarn I’ve acquired. And if it’s not quite as secluded and quiet as I’d hoped (right now I have a neighbor who has The Loudest Motorcycle and he tends to go out late in the evening and apparently goes to work at 6:30 am), still, it’s nice to have my own “castle,” where I only let in people I WANT to let in.
The one chopper on the block tends to leave at 4:49 am. Been a while since I heard it, though.