I’ve been staying at my parents house this holiday break which has been a surreal experience. They just moved into their first house and my brain is twisting itself into a pretzel trying to come to terms with the fact that it’s real.

I grew up in housing projects and apartments and thought that people who got to live in houses must be rich. They seemed like a different kind of people. Lucky people who good things happened to.

I have, of course, since learned that you can own a house and not be rich, but it still didn’t seem like the kind of thing that could happen to people in my immediate family. It feels so weird walking around a building my parents own on land that is also theirs.

I’m really, really happy for them and it’s forcing my brain to re-evaluate what could happen for me in this world. I’ve idly thought about the idea that I could live in a house some day, but for the first time it feels like a tangible possibility. I don’t see it happening anytime soon though, with the insane prices in the Bay Area.

Come back on January 13th for the next page!