“Why on EARTH do you need a house that big ? Some struggling family probably needs those extra bedrooms.”
There is so much wrong with that sentence, yet my husband just grunted.
So since my dear, grunting husband didn’t see fit to respond to your crappy comment about the new place we’re renting, allow me.
You’re right, we don’t need a house that big. We never said we did. We cope just fine with a two-bedroom flat, but two-bedroom houses are quite rare. And to be honest, we own a lot of crap and would like the extra space. If we got rid of our toys, we could probably manage in a studio apartment if we had to. We survived for a year on just what we could carry on our own backs, so truly, we probably don’t even need a studio, just one room with a stove and a hole for a toilet and a wash-bucket would probably suffice. Shit, we saw enough people with barely more than that when we were travelling, so I’m sure we’d survive.
But the fact remains that we would like more space and are prepared to pay for it. We didn’t “steal” a house from some poor struggling family. It’s a renter’s market right now, allowing anyone their pick, often with a fortnight’s rent free. And even if it was a tough time to find a place to rent, I still don’t see the problem. The landlord wants $X for his place, we are happy to pay $X, we have an excellent rental history, no pets, stable jobs, good payment history, etc. Win-win, see. Or should we step back and live in a tiny dump, even though we can afford better, because we haven’t got enough dependants to fill the ‘spare’ rooms to your approval ? Like hell.
How about you just shut up, if you can’t say something nice about it ? Or better yet, since we can’t change you, we’ll change ourselves and that’s the last time you get updated about any minute aspect of our lives from us, Mrs Ultra-Negative Whiner.