As I chatted with a group of parents at a 4-year-old’s
birthday party recently, the talk over frosting-smudged paper plates inevitably turned to schools, mortgages, and condos. As I tried
to slip another cupcake onto my plate, one of the moms turned to me and asked if
we were going to sell our place any time soon. Not thinking anything of it, I
said that we rent, and man did the needle come flying off the record player. I
felt a few more eyes on me, and I had the weird feeling that I was suddenly the
“renter” in a room of “home owners”.