Renting represents freedom, as opposed to being stuck to one plot of dirt potentially forever, and then buried in the family plot at the local cemetery. I tend to move around, a lot. Some past addresses with my name on the lease include: Atlanta, Baltimore, Boston, Brooklyn, Cambridge, Charlotte Amalie, Los Angeles, Queens. I am someone who loves to travel, but prefer to experience new cultures and generally expand my horizons by actually moving to a place, and fully participating in and becoming an active member of its community.
Try selling, and then buying a new condo—or worse, a house—in a bad real estate market when your next opportunity suddenly emerges in Sydney, Australia (I am currently exploring possibilities).
What if you make a mistake, and discover after moving in that your neighbor is a homicidal maniac? As a renter, I’ll just break the lease and suffer some minor financial penalties and a black mark on my next credit report. Owners are stuck sleeping with one eye open, especially those nights when the neighbor had spent the entire day sharpening power tools in his tool shed out back, sparks flying and maniacal laughter. No thank you.