- 5 years ago
- Wedding: January 1994
It seems the buyers market in the Bay Area in California is just too high. I don’t know that we will ever be able to afford an actual house here in a decent part of town. Especially something that doesn’t require a lot of work. This makes me really sad, because I was born here and grew up here. I am afraid my husband and I are going to have to move out of state to be able to afford reasonable housing. I really want to move to Portland Oregon, or somewhere near there. However, he really loves his job where he is at, loves his boss, his collegues, and we would miss our fantastic network of friends. I feel like I am at a point in my life where I always wanted to be socially, and I feel so lucky to have such great friends. We are almost always busy, and it really enriches our lives. I would absolutely hate to have to start almost completely over (though we do both know a couple people in Oregon, plus we both have some family up there). Unless we make significantly more than 100k a year between the two of us, the home market here is just too high for us. It sounds ridiculous, and that is because it IS completely ridiculous. It makes me so angry. And around that figure would be assuming my health improves enough for me to be able to work again consistently (I have long standing health problems that don’t really have a cure at this point).
It appears if we buy something, it will have to be a 1 bedroom condo, and that would make me sad for 2 reasons. 1. We love to garden, and would miss having the space to do so. It would be sad to not have a place to be outside, BBQ, have a hammoch, grow some fruits and veggies. and 2. It would mean we likely won’t have children.
I know many people might respond by saying ‘oh, its just your first home, you can get something bigger later when you start a family.’ But if we have kids, we plan to adopt, and in order to do that, we would already need a second bedroom. As my husband has what is considered a fatal illness that almost always cuts short the lives of those affected, our future is not certain. I have come to realize life in general is uncertain, but people tend to forget that. Anything could happen. So far he seems to be much more stable than the majority of people with his condition, but I feel like I need to hope for the best and plan for the worst.
My husband I don’t think really understands that staying here in the Bay Area will mean it will have to be a verrrrrrry lucky scenerio if we were to get a house we could afford in a decent neighborhood. I feel like we need to decide what kind of life we imagine for ourselves so we can works towards that, and I am not sure how I feel about what would be better for us.
We live in an apartment now, and we are both pretty miserable with our living conditions. We are surrounded on all sides by people, including someone above us, and a couple of our neighbors are literally nuts. The landlord won’t do anything. We have no outdoor space of our own. To be realistic though, I kind of feel like this is what comes with the territory of living in an apartment, so even if we were to move, we would still have the same problem.
This is all kind of depressing, and I try and hold back the tears when I think about it.
It makes me so sad we can’t afford the American Dream even through hard work in this area, where I was born and raised. It breaks my heart.