My father is in the same fix.
Doomed to build and rebuild other people's homes. The house he bought recently will be
the first house my parents have owned, and they will likely live out what would have been their retirement in it. If I am lucky, I will inherit it, probably sell it (since there hasn't been much going on in
Petersburg, VA since the civil war) and if it hasn't been done by then, put a dent in the
$35,000 ball and chain I've accrued from college.
I have a degree, the kind that people tell me is almost as useful as dropping out of college: an English degree. And now I work in a body shop, in the office of the place where you get your car ding boo-boos kissed.
I know I wimped out on my potential career as a teacher (as if there is anything else to do with a liberal arts degree; that's how I ended up in New Orleans. But, I question just how much better off we are when we have been graced with a degree.
I may be smarter, but I feel more burdened than anything.