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Comic in 4 Panels
Panel 1: A young bright-eyed man stands in front of a house.
Grandpa: I’m going to buy a house!
Panel 2: The young man is now old and bespectacled. He’s telling this story to his grandson, who is listening politely.
Grandpa: …and that was how I bought my house when I was 23!
Panel 3: Grandpa’s story turns into a yelling rant
Grandpa: I WORKED AT THE DRIVE-IN ALL SUMMER FOR THAT HOUSE!! NOBODY WANTS TO WORK ANYMORE!
Panel 4: Grandpa watches as his grandson unplugs a cord from the wall with a * POP *
Grandpa: …why are you unplugging my lamp?
Grandson: I’m just practicing
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Zach M. Stafford
I’m 60. I grew up in California and when I had to start earning my way at 18, I soon realized I’d never be able to afford a house there. So, I moved to NM. I was barely able to afford to buy a house here, and I’m almost done paying it off.
My son works, but I don’t think he’ll be able to afford to buy a house any time soon. My hope is I’m able to hang on to the house till I die and give it to him. So, at least he’ll have that.
I’ve never told my son what I think he should do. But, if he asked… I’d have no idea what to tell him. Shit is fucked up, now, and I didn’t see it coming.
Ah boomers they stole from their parents , they stole from their kids. The most selfish generation in history.
The thing that angers me the most is that I said to my mom “I’m never going to have a retirement…”
I’m 42, no house, no retirement savings, no 401k, and no way to save for those things. Some weeks I don’t have enough money to buy food.
My moms response was “Oh you’ll be fine! I struggled when I was in my 20s, with both of your sisters, and I turned out ok!”
Yes, it’s true that for about 5 years my mom had it as hard, maybe harder than I do. The difference is, then she met my dad, moved in with him, her money problems disappeared. She then got a better job, with retirement options, and a 401k, and benefits.
Then she bought her own house in the 90s. The seller wasn’t sure if he wanted to sell to her as a single woman. So she said “you can either sell to me, or sell to someone else. The price is the same either way. You may as well just sell now, rather than waiting for the next buyer.”
THATS the speech that got her the house.
Today, you’d get laughed at.
My biggest problem with boomers isn’t their selfish nature, or the fact that they’ve had an easy life. My biggest problem is that they refuse to admit that times have changed. I CAN’T live life the way boomers did. I’d LOVE to wear a suit, walk into a business, demand to see the manager before I even fill out an application and talk myself into a job. I’d LOVE to do that…but thats not how it works anymore! Now you fill an application out online, submit it to an AI crawler that steals your data, be in competition with 500 other applicants, and most of the time never hear back.
I asked my brother in law 10 years ago if he could get me a job at his fortune 500 company. He works there, he’s not the owner, but I was asking him to put in a good word, get my application even looked at.
He’s my age, and this was said right in front of my mom. He said “I couldn’t do that. That would be nepotism”. I said “Yeah. I’m fine with nepotism if it means I canpay my bills.”
And my mom asked if I wanted her to storm the corporate offices of Progressive Insurance, and hunt down the CEO for an interview.
So I just said yes. Not because I think it would work, but because I knew she’d fail spectacularly. Maybe even get arrested on a light charge. Then maybe she’d realize how times change.
But she just said “I can’t always fight your battles for you. This is something YOU need to do.”
God dammit.
During the worst of one of the recessions I was trying to find a job right out of college, and my dad (who regularly told me to use old-school job hunting tactics) asked me if I wanted him to apply for me and show me how it’s done. I said yes.
A week later he had applied to five jobs. Taps out with a “Man, it’s rough out there!” That perspective really helped us communicate in the future.
He did, at one point, help me get a nepotism hire. While I was there they got bought out, and they made him personally fire 80% of the company, including me and my mom, before firing him as well. Live by the sword die by the sword I guess.
Your dad walks the walk. Respect.
When I went to college it was only 500$ a semester.
I worked 9 hours a week to pay for it.
My grandma repeatedly told us that their house was expensive because the interest rate was 10 3/4%. We have tax benefits based on the interest rate you pay. Also, their monthly payments were, adjusted by inflation, still way lower than what I pay for a worse house.
Hell, the house my dad got when he was a train driver with a wife that didn’t work and with 2 kids is a house I can’t buy as a senior software developer with 3 cats.
Hell, the house my dad got when he was a train driver with a wife that didn’t work and with 2 kids is a house I can’t buy as a senior software developer with 3 cats.
My dad bought a house when he was mid 30s and the solo bread winner for the house a couple of years after I was born. I loved that neighbourhood. It wasn’t anything too special. The houses there are 50s-90s builds, 2-3 bedrooms, maybe 2 bathrooms (our second bathroom in that house was almost an outhouse in the basement – concrete floor, exposed pipes, door that looked like it belonged on a shed, etc. My dad and a friend built a back deck which was really nice. There is a park nearby. There’s access to a nice bike path. It’s not on a through-route at all, so the only cars entering the neighbourhood are residents or guests. It’s not near shopping, not near public transit, not really near any schools. It was just a quiet, modest, neighbourhood.
I’m significantly older, don’t have any kids to support, have been saving for ages, had better, and higher paying jobs (inflation adjusted) than him. I can’t really afford any house in that neighbourhood. The only people buying there now are multi-millionaires, but they’re moving in next to families who have been there for 30ish years and know enough not to give up a good thing.
It just seems to me that a rule of thumb with housing is that in general you should be able to afford to buy in the neighbourhood where you grew up. I know sometimes that isn’t possible. Cities get denser, areas become highly sought after, etc. But, if the neighbourhood really is basically the same, and you earn what your parents did (or better), you should be able to stay nearby.





