Stumbling around the ‘Hood through a superheated afternoon exercise walk, I happened to think of a long-ago near-miss in the Department of Real Estate. Videlicet: years ago — yea verily, a couple of decades ago — I very nearly bought a house in a distant suburban development called Fountain Hills.
It’s a pleasantly ritzy-titzy town — I would (and do) call it a suburb — clinging to the far east side of Scottsdale. My son had not yet moved back to Phoenix, and so the distance from central Phoenix wasn’t a concern. In fact, it was closer to where I was working — Arizona State University — than where I’m living now. So, in some ways it would have been a practical move. And it would have put me into a piece of real estate whose value was headed for the stratosphere.
By random serendipity, I decided against that move.
And a good thing that was, since there was no way my son would have settled halfway to Payson at the time he moved back to Phoenix.
And by serendipity, too, SDXB bought a house in North Central Phoenix, just as we were becoming an Item. Consequently, I bought a house a block from his new place, and now…here I am, basically within walking distance of the kid’s house, altogether within walking distance of three major grocery markets, a doctor’s office, a dentist’s office, a computer store, a hair stylist’s, and…on and on and on!
I ended up in the middle of everything, happy to be here, and surprisingly close to my son’s place. What more could anyone want, eh?
But sometimes I do wonder what would have happened if I’d gone ahead and bought a place out there on the far side of Scottsdale.
* It would have been within walking distance of my best friend’s house: she who worked prominently and successfully at Scottsdale Community College.
* Between her influence and the that neighborhood’s relative proximity to Scottsdale Community College, I almost certainly would have landed a full-time job there.
* In Maricopa County (where we dwell), the community colleges pay exceptionally well — usually more than the university does.
* For a non-tenurable employee of the university (graduates of ASU or the UofA are ineligible for tenure in the state universities), the community college’s pay would have been much better. And a job at one of those colleges would have been much better better endowed with upward mobility than my job at ASU was.
No doubt by now I’d be retired from any such job, and living happily ever after.
* And if my son had been willing to subject himself to his freshman and sophomore years in junior college courses (not bloody likely!), I could have gifted him with two years of tuition-free college credit.
So…on reflection, one can see that moving into the community colleges would have had some substantial — even huge — benefits.
Ultimately, though…I think I’m glad I stayed with Arizona State University, glad I drifted into this neighborhood, glad I floated along here until retirement. I really do like this province of Phoenix, and like this specific part of the city.