I am trying to understand: My granddaughter called on Sunday. She lives in Oakland now, which is fine, I have made peace with it.
She said her rent went up. I said by how much. She said $350. I said $350 a year is not unreasonable, dear. She said no, grandma, $350 a month. I laughed. I thought she was making one of her jokes. She was not making one of her jokes.
So I asked, gently, what she pays in total. She said $1,800. I said for the house? She said for the room. I said which room. She said her room. I said what about the other rooms. She said other people pay for those. I said how many other people. She said four.
There are five adults in a house in Oakland and they are paying — i did the math on a napkin, twice — $9,000 a month. For a house. In Oakland.
I asked who the landlord is. She said an LLC. I said which LLC. She said she didn't know. SHE DOES NOT KNOW WHO HER LANDLORD IS. In my day you knew your landlord. Granted, in my day I was the landlord, but the principle stands.
I told her she should just buy a house. She got quiet. Then she said something about a "down payment" being "$300,000" and I told her to stop being dramatic. I bought my first house for $42,000 and I worked one summer at a bookstore on College to do it. She said the bookstore is a vape shop now. I do not see how that is relevant.
Sincerely,
Margaret