My age says I’m an adult but sometimes I think other people know more about being an adult than me.

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    8 hours ago

    I’m in my 40s and I still don’t get it. I keep asking myself when my life as an independent adult who has my own place to live and access to decent transportation will begin.

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        1. I have a disability that prevents me from driving and makes it difficult to find employment without strong inside connections or outside of a few very specific niches.
        2. I live in a very large, pedestrian-hostile city.
        3. While my grandfather, who lacked a college education, could afford to buy a house and feed a stay-at-home wife and 8 children, I, who have no dependents and have two college degrees, cannot afford an apartment in a location that fits my needs.
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          sure. any city that would be friendly do you would be ultra expensive. i have a two bed condo that would get me mansion in some other cities. but i would never give up the walkability and public transit.

          not sure what your grandfather has to do with it, but OK. COL will only continue to skyrocket the next couple of decades.

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            not sure what your grandfather has to do with it, but OK. COL will only continue to skyrocket the next couple of decades.

            The cost of living is exactly why I brought up my grandfather.

            We (millennials and younger) were sold a bill of goods by our baby boomer parents.

            “Go to college,” they said, “and you’ll get a good job that will put a roof over your head and food on the table.” We looked at them, with their bachelor’s degrees and owned houses and car-filled garages and hope for the future, and we believed them because everything we experienced during the halcyon days of the 90s reinforced that idea. But just as we were getting ready to graduate, the great recession hit, pulling the rug out from under us.

            Do I blame them? No. They said that because it worked for them and they honestly thought it would work for us. But that doesn’t make me feel any less bitter.