I’ve recently come to the conclusion that like women, men too have a biological clock that ticks down until about 30.
But it’s got little to do with children directly. It is the urge to own one’s own place. I want a HOUSE! Or in this city, I’d like a CONDO! I don’t know, something that I could afford on a salary that is less than $100k. San Francisco is expensive folks!
That’s ok. I’m not daunted by this task. But I turned 30 this year, and I’ve felt the urge to get property since sometime in my last year of my 20s.
[house, house, house, house…]
Yes, that ticking feeling is getting stronger and almost unbearable at times. Ladies, I now sympathize with you on the baby urges. Whew! It doesn’t sit with me all day, so long as I am distracted, but in the quiet moments, it’s just [house, house, house, house…]
ACK! Ok, I’ll probably start saving heavily, and torturing myself by looking at homes I can’t afford yet. But it will happen.
