I feel totally fine buying things, as long as I do my research first. That’s why, after ten minutes at an open house, I’m now completely comfortable going into debt for the next thirty years.
Before I bought a used car, I read twenty-six reviews of that specific make, model, and year, written by twenty-six different car experts. I studied every detail of the Carfax. I test-drove the car four times, including once with my mechanic and once with my mechanic’s mechanic.
It makes sense to spend the equivalent of fifty-five cars for a house that, at least between 2:34 p.m. and 2:44 p.m. on a Saturday, smells only slightly bad.
I recently bought a humidifier too. I cross-checked the Wirecutter recommendation with customers’ Amazon reviews. My cousin, who has the same humidifier, outlined the pros and cons for me. I ultimately bought it because it has a ninety-day satisfaction-guaranteed return policy. I don’t need a satisfaction guarantee on this house, though, because the realtor will give me a piece of paper where the previous owner will promise, on the honor system, that the roof doesn’t leak much.