A home in an ugly, rundown neighborhood in the suburbs of Seattle is now a $1.3 million property.
I’m not a millionaire.
I’m just a man who can’t put his money where his mouth is.
I made that decision because I can’t stand by and watch the world go into a spiral of decline, I told myself.
And I’m here to say it’s time to pull the plug on the old house, which I call the house of money.
It’s not a bad place to live.
But I can see the problems.
I can’t sit here and think, What a great idea it was to make a home in the neighborhood, a neighborhood that’s filled with poverty and neglect.
You don’t have to look very far to see those problems.
I have seen them firsthand.
When I moved into my house in 2010, my wife, Jennifer, and I had just been married and my two kids were all in college.
I had no money.
I was living in a two-bedroom apartment with a few other people who lived in a similar situation.
Jennifer was paying about $20 a month in rent for a two bedroom apartment in a low-income neighborhood in Seattle.
I paid $200 a month for a one-bedroom.
The rent was too expensive.
We had a lot of problems, and my wife and I were struggling.
When Jennifer’s husband died in January of last year, we didn’t know if we would be able to find housing in Seattle, which was the only city that had housing for low- and moderate-income families.
And we didn�t have a place to go. We couldn�t afford to move, we said.
The city of Seattle didn�T have any affordable housing.
And so we moved to a one bedroom apartment on a street that was almost exclusively African American.
It�s not like a ghetto, but it was not a place that would take us.
We had nowhere to go and nowhere to live, and so we couldn�ts afford to pay rent.
The apartment we had was about $2,000 a month.
I had a job at the time, and we were paying $15 an hour.
I was making $8 an hour and Jennifer was making only $7 an hour, and there wasn�t a lot left over to live on.
We moved in with my mom.
She was a single mother who worked as a teacher in a day care center and was paying for the kids to go to school.
We were very close, and she was very supportive of my decision to move out of my apartment.
I knew there was a lot going on in my life.
I wasn�ts happy with the lifestyle that I was living, and the lack of resources to be able for Jennifer and myself to have a house.
So, I had to move.
It was hard to find a place for us to live because we didn, in fact, live in a one room apartment in the building.
I remember the day I moved in, I woke up and my eyes were wide open.
I thought, Wow, I have a whole new apartment.I couldn�te believe what I was seeing.
The walls were covered with all these things that we would never have seen in a normal home.
I opened my closet and was shocked to find that I had a dresser full of clothes that I didn�ts even own.
I just thought, My house is not for sale.
I told Jennifer and my mom, I can�t sell it.
I can no longer afford to live in the apartment, and Jennifer and I have to move to a house with a different tenant.
I asked Jennifer if she wanted to move in with me and get out of the apartment.
She said, Sure, and that�s when I realized I had made a terrible mistake.
I don�t like to make big decisions.
But that was my choice.
Jennifer and the other tenants had been paying $2 an hour rent for two years, and they were only paying $700 a month, which we couldnt afford.
I could no longer bear the idea of having to live there.
I didn�nt know what to do, so I asked the landlord for an eviction notice, but he didn�ve given me a reason to evict us. I couldn�ti do that, he told me.
That was the end of it.
Jennifer and I moved out and went to another apartment in our neighborhood. And that�ll be where I will live for the rest of my life, as long as my mom and I can afford to.
I want to be free to enjoy my life in Seattle and to go out and have fun and spend time with my kids.
I think that it was a bad decision.
But it made sense to me.
The reality is that most people don�ts really realize how bad the situation is in Seattle at the moment. It