American Dreaming

I have always imagined us living in our own house. Not necessarily with a white picket fence, but a yard of some sort, a basement, maybe a porch.

Buying real estate is out of the question for now, for a bunch of reasons. We don’t know how long we are going to be living in this town, we don’t know the area well enough to choose somewhere that we want to live ForEver, and oh yeah, money. Since we are far less rich than we are poor, we have crammed ourselves into a one-bedroom with a big closet (hellllo, baby’s room!). And the dreaming has begun. Read More American Dreaming