On June 30, 2009, we handed over the keys to our dream home, a beautiful house on a ridge in the Silver Lake neighborhood of Los Angeles. We had lost the 10-month battle to save it and were headed into the unknown with nothing but the solace that we had at least avoided foreclosure—and more importantly, that we had each other. We finally got it. It took losing our dream home to profoundly ground us in what really matters and teach us that it’s possible to be happy in the face of any circumstance … even foreclosure.
Here’s what we learned along the way.
In the battle between love and money, love definitely wins. I know this for fact. I had the chance to prove it when in the midst of our marital apocalypse I screamed at my husband (snot pouring from my nose): “I don’t care about any of this! The house, the money, our stuff! It could all go away today and I wouldn’t care if it meant I would just have you. Us. Happy. The marriage we always wanted!” That was a year and a half ago. Now we live in my mom and stepdad’s basement and I think about that moment quite a bit. Because I’d still take this—the dream marriage, over that—the dream house.
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