I love Michigan. Sure, it has taken me a few years to be able to say that, but I’ve become very protective of it since living in Chicago. It gets a lot of shit, and will never be what it once was, and everyone is fleeing. I fled.
My dad works for The Grand Rapids Press, and just yesterday he got a notice that they had to make another round of lay offs, they are setting up more buy outs, more early retirement opportunities. To be part of a dying industry in a dying state is a lonely place to be.
My brother Adam is putting an offer on this cute little house today. It is a foreclosure, has three bedrooms, a full big basement for all his weight equipment, a two car garage and two workshop barns. It has been vacant for a long time, and we are guessing the owner died, and his family didn’t think about the dude’s dog that was in the house. So, all the carpet needs to be pulled out. But it’s a house, a cute house, with three bedrooms and more room than I would know what to do with inside and out, and is listed at $62,000.
You couldn’t even get a parking spot downtown for that much. You couldn’t dock your boat for that much.
Sure, one of the bedrooms looks like this, but that is easily fixed. I’m guessing this dude had two granddaughters he let paint their rooms whatever colors they wanted. The other upstairs bedroom was two different shades of pink. But the rooms had outlets and closets, which is a lot more than my second apartment in Chicago, which I split with two other girls. $995 a month. For no closet.
Makes you feel stupid, right? I feel stupid. I know I couldn’t do what I do in Chicago here, and I would need a car, and I would have to grow my hair out and get new clothes. But damn.