Last month I wrote about our exciting next step as a family: buying a house.
My excitement was palpable. I felt like an adult! A real live adult! An
American dream-er. So incredibly mature and responsible and omg look at us! We're going to be homeowners!
What a difference a month makes.
As
it turns out the market is not all that great. At all. The 900k
two-bedroom up the street is now for sale for 880,000, which, is still
quite out of our price-range, not to mention one-bedroom too small. So
basically we're like "fuck it, let's just rent something," because,
contrary to what people tell me, it isn't throwing money away to rent a
house when you don't have $175,000 for a down payment.
Sure, one of these days, we'll puncture the sky with our swords and the clouds will rain Benjamins
but in the meantime? We're just a young family with a dream to live
somewhere with three-bedrooms, a yard and central air-conditioning
(Hello 100+ degree heatwave!) ...
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