I am thirty two years old and cannot see when I’m ever going to be able to buy a house. Growing up, buying a house is a big  part of the expected life path of the western world. Get educated, find a career,  find love, get married, buy a car, have kids, buy a house  then retire and die. The economy loves that series of events because it keeps you in a perpetual state of spending. Continue reading My house dreams and nightmares →