I have always (at least as long as i considered the future) known I would not be happy without owning my own house. Of course, I was not making nearly enough to even consider ownership. However, after I met my future fiancee (Lauren) and it turned out she was a law student, our economic mobility seemed far more plausible.
One problem, Lauren was not yet working, and I was making peanuts as a police dispatcher. So that definitely limited our options. However one thing in our favor was Lauren's desire to live in Maine- a ridiculously cheap place compared to New York.
Second problem, every jackoff real estate investor was snatching up all the cheap houses in Maine to renovate and make a profit.
We had Only 2 REquirements:
(1) We could afford it
(2)It was close enough to a city area for Lauren (and I) to work
Lauren and I scoured about two dozen real estate sites (including craigslist) and we found a number of houses that with a little finagling would be within our (my) budget. But, every damn time that I tried to contact a realtor, the useless buggers would come back to me and say "Sorry! the house is under contract as of yesterday".
Would we ever find a house?
Friday, May 22, 2009
Perfunctory
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construction,
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james,
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