The New Economy never helped me!
I took a look at an open house today. It was a nice little two bedroom house from the forties. It was nice, but small. The inside was well kept (although the hardwood floors were badly crafted and it needs a new roof). Certainly nothing special. It was in a decent area, near a large community garden, but it the backyard also backed up to a loud busy street and the surround area was mostly commercial.
So what would a sane person pay for a cute little two bedroom house, the sort of thing that in a saner time would be called a “starter home”?
Would you pay half a million dollars? Four hundred and forty eight dollars to be exact? Did you catch that? HALF A FREAKING MILLION DOLLARS!
Perhaps if you are a dot-com millionaire that sort of thing may make sense. There are certainly enough of them here to make this town unliveable. I was reading a travel guidebook about my town from about ten years ago. It said this was one of the few beachside towns where you “exist without having much money.” I’m looking at twelve hundred bucks a month rent next year for a one bedroom shack in a bad area…and I’ll call myself lucky for finding a place to live! It’s hard to exist now even if you aren’t a dirty jobless hippy.
Every time I read of tech stock crashes I fall to my knees in praise. Fuckedcompany.com is my oracle of joy. I cannot wait for this new economy to crash and burn and then burn some more. The only person I know that this “economic miracle” has helped has been my uncle who can now afford to pay thousands of dollars for electronic dogs, while I bust my ass trying to keep a roof over my head. Some economic miracle that is.
I savor the dotcom economy’s death throws. May it die in pain and burn in hell. Perhaps the economy can return to normal and the people that work, learn, teach and create in this town can afford to live here again. Perhaps I won’t be forced out of this state after I graduate from college. Maybe even buying a home at some point will be a reality, instead of a privledge literally reserved for millionaires.
sigh I never thought I’d actually be praying for a recession…Come on Bush, give us all you got!