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My house has gained a ridiculous amount of value in the three years since we bought it. My parents and I were just joking about how they should have loaned us the money for the down payment, since my house is doing way better than some of their investments. (the reality is they could never afford to loan me a

How I hate that term “adult-ish” and “adult-ing.” Twenty-six is an adult. No -ish about it. If your father is giving you the down payment, that had better be a loan that you’re paying back. Aargh.

I’m jealous she has a dad who is even around and speaks to her *muffled sob* no I’m fine really just like to make jokes at my horrible upbringings expense

I mostly just vomit when I’m nauseous, but she got an apartment!

“On fleak” is what the kids are saying these days, I believe.

I need a Chicago-land writer. “Fucking Evanston, amirite??” *wank motion*

I was watching Say Yes to the Dress and a girl’s father increased the budget because “you can’t put a price on our daughter’s happiness!”

Last week’s was about a female POC army vet who wanted a 2 family house to have the other half available for Section 8 housing. Was that just as bad?

LOL silly girl. Have you considered having a dad? But, like, the good kind. Not one like mine who, if I asked him to give me a down payment, would laugh, throw $1 in my direction, and tell me not to spend it all in one place.

Ugh this is like that WaPo article that was written about this family living in Bowie, MD with six kids with zero debt. Their house was 150,000 20 years ago. If I had a 100,000 mortgage I’d be able to pay for a lot more things also.

My parents helped me with a downpayment for my house. But I don’t live in NYC and my three bedroom house cost a quarter of what her studio cost. I also recognize that I’m lucky my parents were able to do that and have been paying it off for ten years now.

If you have excellent credit you can buy with less than 20% down. However, until you hit 20% equity (either by paying or the price of the home increases) you have to pay for Private Mortgage Insurance every month. Like mortgage interest, PMI is tax deductable, but I find it insulting that the company that picked apart

I can take a little of it, but when they start making inside jokes about the neighborhoods as if the average reader has any clue:

I’m not sure what $400k gets you in Williamsburg, but $400 can get you a pretty damn good time in just about any red light district.

That asking your parents buy you an apartment rather than paying for your own housing really puts the ish in adultish.

nowhere is it more apparent than in Joyce Cohen’s column, “The Hunt,” which follows the city’s denizens—usually young, usually white, and usually economically dependent on their families—as they look to move from one expensive neighborhood to another.

Oh, I am sure he will take care of that for her since she will be “nauseous” again if she has to spend the money on it.

I love the idea of former Gawker writers just posting their usual stuff despite their new homes. Hamilton posting about income inequality on Kotaku, Ashley blasting Trump on Jalopnik, Hudson talking about Syrian rebels on Deadspin.

And here my boyfriend and I spent the past 9 years putting away half of our paychecks every month to save up to buy a house, and we considered ourselves very privileged.

>What does $400,000 actually buy you in Williamsburg?