I know a little something about this right now…It’s the American Dream. You find someone you love, have some kids, and finally save enough money to buy your own home. You’ve been waiting years to have extra space and a backyard. Maybe you’ll put in a jungle gym, or even a hammock. Except you realize sooner than later that owning a house is less like a dream, and more like sleepwalking on Ambien. You wake up to realize that you spent the entire night cooking eggs and wrecking your kitchen.
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