One of the smartest things I ever did was move into a neighborhood I couldn’t afford. On the surface this sounds stupid, so please let me explain why it wasn't. This wasn’t a neighborhood of new fancy tract homes that all of the other couples my age were moving into. This was a neighborhood full of what my friends called “old people and junky homes”. My wife and I both liked the neighborhood because you had to pass by a winery while cruising down a road lined with old walnut trees to get there. The area just had a great romantic feel and was very close to both of our offices at the time. There was also a private country club featuring a championship golf course.
Years earlier I had discovered this little area of about 100 homes while out on a Sunday drive. My wife and I later set our sights on living in that area at any cost. We would scrimp and save and just about when we thought we could afford a house out there, the prices would go up. We drove the neighborhood at least twice a month. We thought we knew every street and every house in the area cold. We went to every open house, and knew all the real estate agents.
Eventually we were the last of our friends in our old neighborhood. Everyone had moved away into some “cool” area. Some new tract of houses with a neighborhood pool, or that was closer to shopping would attract our friend’s attention. I knew it wasn’t right for me to move into one of those neighborhoods so I stood my ground and waited.