Buying a home is STILL part of the American Dream
We all live walking along the edge of our dreams. The question is whether we choose to walk headlong into what we dream, to make it real.
Late it is as I write this. Working late as the boys fell asleep hours ago after a boys night in. No better place to be on the northside of Chicago than nestled in the comfort of our warm Edgewater home with my beautiful sons as their lovely mother and my delightful wife snatched a few hours to catch up with old friends. So we, Jackson, Lucas and I, spent the evening eating popcorn and watching the movie “Ice Age.”
After the movie and reading “Olivia” and Curious George we drifted at the edge of sleep. Actually Lucas succumbed a bit earlier, somewhere between Olivia and George. Jackson, tip-toeing gingerly at the edge of slumber, then sleepily recounted things that had happened earlier today at school.
The sweetest conversations with our three-year-old happen at sleep’s edge. The softness of what he tells cannot be described, nor can I tell you how when he says what he says I want to sweep him up and hold him fiercely. I want to protect him from bumps, to prevent scrapes, to make sure that everyone who meets him loves him madly and fully as I and my wife do.
This is the nature of love, I suppose. And this is the unimaginable and transcendent effect that kids have on us.
At any rate, here is it is, just shy of 3am on a school night. What am I doing?
I stumbled upon the movie “Once.”
Good movies, you can tell in a moment. Whether it’s the dialog or the tint of the film’s color or the way the movie fills the screen. Whatever it is, you can tell. And so it was just after 1am (when most sane people had already retired) that this movie happened to be on a channel that I clicked. And they happened to be singing the movie’s title song (which I think won an Oscar). And so I happened to do the ridiculous thing of getting snared and staying snared as I chose to multitask en route to now.
And here it is closer to the time that I wake than I care to admit and I am telling you about it.
I started this brief post saying something about dreams. For many of us owning a home is a dream. A little bit of the American dream, some would say. It’s still happening, you know. Owning a home. Buying a home.
Maybe not at the prodigious clip that was the case a few years back. But it’s still happening. And it happens every day in the Chicago real estate market. And when it happens there are a couple of simple ingredients in place that we at The Real Estate Lounge Chicago find to be in place – a home is found that someone loves – that someone has a nest egg in place to make a down payment – that someone is able to get a loan in order to buy.
At it’s essence the process is amazingly straightforward. But sometimes we muck things up. Right now I would say most of the muck factor is rooted in fear. But here’s the thing – at some point we have to shake it off and move forward and unshackle ourselves from the fear.
Maybe it’s time to start walking headlong into our dreams. Or maybe it’s time to rest our heads and listen to the dulcet tones of our children and let them urge us to our fuller selves.
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