@Gretchen415 I dunno about Fresno. Bakersfield has gotten nicer since the 1970s, but still my oldest friend who raised her kids there can't WAIT to get out, the minute her hub retires.
At least now you can see the mountains. When I was little, I thought normal clean air was just that thick.
@Gretchen415 I won't inherit beans. My sisters have already staked out our mother's house, & our father remarried a woman who owns her own home & will leave it to her son.
Our son will inherit from us. He can't afford to move out. But he works, & we love all being together, so it's all good.
@Gretchen415 It's life.
Our parents were the last generation to buy a house & retire comfortably on a single income. Gen X caught it in the teeth: we didn't know we should worry about money early, until the world had already changed & it was too late.
@Gretchen415 We rolled our school loans into our first mortgage. We've ridden the real estate rollercoaster--some real good times, some REAL BAD--now I'm mostly retired & he's still paying off the house. We'll have to leave Canada. Taxes are too high here. We want him to be able to retire.
@Gretchen415 I own a house now. All the responsibilities. No more reckless craziness. Too old to party like it's 1999.
Yadda yadda yadda.
So, nah, it's not like the old days. And I mention it to my hub frequently: "Sure beats digging change for Taco Bell out of the couch cushions."
@Gretchen415 Damn! I never had anything like that.
I had to drag every dollar I got from my parents out of my mother kicking & screaming. I borrowed from a prof. I lay awake nights at the end of every month terrified bc I didn't have the rent.
It sucked.
I walk in gratitude every day now!
@Gretchen415 I think it's important for young people to work cheapo jobs in service. Too many these days go from HS to party-life in college straight into management careers. Always have their way paid for them. Never have it hard. Treat service workers like crap.
Put up or shut up, kiddos.
@Gretchen415 Of course we did. Everyone cram onto my bed! Don't spill on my pillow! I'm squashed, move your fat ass! Now everyone's asleep on my bed. Is it morning? Hey, goober-face! Who's on my feet? Let's go out for breakfast!
@Gretchen415 Yeah, give me a break. I lived in studios. It was all I could afford. I was happy. They were my little studios.
I got a degree & a career, figured out how to travel super-cheap so I saw a little of the world.
Admittedly, my finances completely altered when I married male money.
@Gretchen415 Just walk down the streets looking up. Those old buildings are amazing. A block from me on Geary was a parking garage built in the 1930s like a Moorish castle. Around the corner was the Castle Apts where Isadora Duncan & the Marx Bros lived. I saw their penthouse apt. So fun!
@Gretchen415 My mom could not have cared less how I lived.
I was out there scrapping around, counting pennies, coping with misogyny in my education, my profession, every single street I walked down.
Yeah, it was hard.
And there's no way in the world I would've filmed myself crying about it
@Gretchen415 It wasn't fun. None of it was fun. But I still knew how to take long walks, stare around at this city I'd been wanting to move to for years, call up my friends, & laugh.
@Gretchen415 Right before that, I'd been living for a month in a residential hotel on Polk, in the heart of the scary gay district (not the Castro). A body was found in a dumpster about a block away.
I'd had to suddenly leave the apt I shared with 3 guys because one got dangerous toward me.