Buying A House-Be The New Kid In Town
When one is in a crummy situation, one wants change fast. Change doesn't usually come very fast so, like all big projects, you have to take it one bite at a time. Living in Chicago then was not only cold it was depressing as interest rates were double digit, the Japanese were going to take over the world one Toyota at a time, New York had declared bankruptcy and it was only a matter of time till Chicago did the same. The Rust Belt was going to blow away.
We gotta get out of this place. But where? Someplace warm. Left out Minnesota and most of what is north of the Mason Dixon line. California? Maybe, but housing prices were crazy even then and for bringing up kids? Not real sure about that one.
We picked Richmond, Virginia. Huh? Don't ask me how but we thought that would be a good place to start. So how does one learn about the local environment? In the days before the internet and even some today, the world relied on newspapers. Local news, sports, weather, jobs, housing--the newspaper had it all. So we became probably the only Chicago subscribers to the Sunday edition of the Richmond whatever its name is newspaper.
We learned a lot. Pretty good weather, bit damp in the summer but hey. Great housing--Civil War houses, plantations, new houses. And CHEAP. But soon found out why. They were cheap because there were no jobs. Dammit. Only two big companies and they weren't growing-actually going backwards and a bunch of banks that had Planters and Cotton in their names. They hadn't hired anybody since Reconstruction.
Told a lawyer at work about the place and she moved there. She got a job, I couldn't. Even visited the place but still no jobs. Rats. Richmond was out.
But the process of learning had been learned and we kept going. So when I found out about a job in Texas we checked it out pretty quick. And liked what we saw. A pharmaceutical company (pharmaceuticals pay a lot but the politics is murder), cheap housing, good schools, near Dallas. Better yet, nobody knows about it. Fort Worth. As Will Rogers put it--Fort Worth is where the West begins and Dallas is where the East peters out. Yahoo.
I took the job. A realtor called and asked if we liked ranches. I said we prefer two stories and she said, no, ranches, as in cattle. I had a lot to learn but I did.
And it is warm, often hot, but I can play golf 48 weeks out of the year. Not bad.
So if you hate where you are or can't afford it or just want a change, start doing your homework. It's going to take awhile.
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