October 6
If this was 24 years ago, I would have been blamed for causing the meltdown on Wall Street.
I was about to turn 29, and couldn’t walk in our tiny two-bedroom condo. Every inch was covered with stuff devoted to the care, feeding and entertaining of our hyper-active two-year-old.
My wife and I decided to go house hunting and found the perfect place: A three-bedroom, two and half bath home on a third of acre of land in a terrific school district.
That was the good news. The bad news was it cost $138,340, and I was making all of $40,000 a year (my wife didn’t work) and we didn’t qualify for the traditional $110,000 mortgage (at 13%) we needed.
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