Houses have never really meant that much to me.
Maybe it’s because I lived in over fourteen different ones before turning 18.
Maybe it’s because I ended up upside down on my very first house purchase, thanks to the mortgage crash of 2008.
Maybe it’s because all my most treasured memories take place outside my house – on a desolate beach at dawn, breathing in the 14,000 ft view that inspired the authorship of “America the Beautiful”, or snuggled up to my soldier post-deployment in temporary military housing.
Houses – big or small – don’t seem to make much of a difference to the inhabitants regarding the quality of life. I’ve known many a miserable person to live a 7,000 customized square feet, and met many a happy individual to have little more than a tent to call their “home”.
Entrepreneurship isn’t easy.
It doesn’t always turn into an overnight success; instead, it’s often characterized by endless sleepless nights and gut turning “oh god” moments.
Your employed friends don’t exactly “get it” – the 100+ hour work weeks, the cash flow “issues”, and the overall pain of hinging your future on your own idea. What the…?
Starting my own business, I was immediately struck by how many areas of “normal” life were affected or eliminated by my entrepreneurial status.
All the financial advice I’d received went out the window when I was no longer drawing a salary. My ability to buy or even rent a place to live got super complicated, and the employment benefits I’d so taken for granted – health insurance, life insurance, 401k – were gone.