The Boyfriend (TB) owns a house. The house, which sits on 2 lots, was built about 30 years ago. The house and the yard require a certain amount of maintenance. And by “a certain amount,” I mean … it seems like it never ends.
Whenever TB has to do something house-related (replace an attic fan, build a deck, etc.), I tell him, “Remind me never to buy a house.” And whenever he has to do something yard-related (mow the lawn, pull weeds, prune a tree, etc.), I tell him, “Two words: rock garden.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever buy a house, but if I do, something like this just might work: 84 square feet (yes, 84; that’s not a typo), constructed from salvaged materials, no yard maintenance. And it’s on wheels. Bonus!