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The American Dream

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Since I was a little girl I’ve heard folks talk about chasing something meaningful, something elusive, something they called ‘the American dream’. I was born in 1988 in the dead of winter in Tucson, Arizona. My mom was sixteen and still deniably naïve when she gave birth to me, my dad was twenty-eight. We moved to the Northwest in the spring of 1990 and landed in Vancouver, Washington. It’s presumable that she thought that the move would ‘change things’ for us for the better. In what I remember as being the latter years of my childhood, I had plans. I had plans for my own ‘American Dream’. I was going to be a doctor before I turned twenty-two and was going to spend the rest of my life helping others and curing the ill. I was going to marry a kind man after becoming a doctor, and I was going to marry him for all of the right reasons. I was never going to drink a wine cooler or try a cigarette. My own ‘American Dream’ has been alive in me for many years but that dream has changed over time. Parts of it fell away through the negative, hurtful experiences while other aspects of my dream simply became seemingly impossible to achieve. Statistics have shown us that millennial home-ownership is at an all-time low. The truth of the matter is that buying a home today is a scary feat. As there are in any goal that we strive to achieve in life, there are pros and cons to be faced when purchasing your first home. Times have changed. There are tighter credit standards in place today,
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