From the time that I sold my family home in 1984 to the present, I have never wanted to buy a home.
This is the first home I’ve ever lived in, including my childhood homes, that has real air conditioning.
Rebuilding my life — and building furniture — after a divorce.
We just moved to a new place (I can’t call it home yet) and I am straining to feel comfortable here.
My boyfriend and I sometimes tell Frida that we bought the property for her — and we are only half-joking.
Without the interest rates and the investment returns, it’s difficult to say whether they’ve made the wrong choice.
What should a city do when its residents can’t afford to live there?