Do Californians Love Their Houses Too Much?
A Fourth-Generation Homeowner Reconsiders the California Dream
No house on earth means more to me than my paternal grandparents’ small blue home near the bottom of a windswept hill in the Bay Area city of San Mateo.
I’ve entered this place thousands of times; I even lived there for a few months when I was 7. But this visit will be different.
While 420 Voelker Drive still belongs to my family, my grandparents have died and my uncle has moved in. He has a roommate, a generous woman who will greet me warmly and make dinner, but isn’t a relative. Before she and her son moved in with my uncle, they didn’t have a home. ...