In the beginning, God created real estate and it was good. It was really, really good for over 20 years, actually. Especially good in Arizona. My hubby started in real estate in 1997. He was not an independent real estate agent. Instead, he sold homes for various home builders over the coarse of 11 years. Some really great home builders and some that I'd like to verbally rip apart if ever given the opportunity but that is neither here nor there. Though there were times when money got tight, overall, real estate was very good to us.
We rode the proverbial real estate wave of good fortune and honestly believed there would never be an end to it. We heard whispers of an oncoming crash but thought that only applied to the rest of the country. Surely, nothing bad could happen in Arizona where people had moved to in droves for over 20 years or more. Arizona was untouchable. Arizona was where one moved when things didn't work out elsewhere. Arizona was the fresh start, the new life, the "we're on our way now" of the country.
Arizona was the Big Time for new home builders and you know what they say - the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Paul lost his job the first week of January, 2008. A LOT of real estate agents lost their jobs in 2008. You know how they say everyone in L.A. who has a regular job is also an actor? Well, everyone in Arizona is also a real estate agent. Out-of-work agents flooded the streets like confetti during a Macy's parade. Not that it mattered to Paul. He wasn't going back to real estate anyway. He would be getting another job just as soon as you can say 'pickle'. Except we did say pickle. We said it a lot. So much so that we ended up in one.
to be continued...
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