Welcome to the dark side of millennial home renovations

Money money money, must be funny

Googling: “How to become a minimalist”

why does it always sound like our upstairs neighbors are moving cinderblocks around for fun?

Good luck doing touchups

It doesn't have to be that serious

You can't always get what you want

There's no such thing as a free lunch

Call me a tree hugger, but trees are our friends

So, what is “lawn care” like?

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Please, won't you be my neighbor?

Too good to be true?

Because having avocado toast at brunch and owning a home is basically the same thing.

My parents bought the old Brooklyn home that I grew up in back in the ‘90s. It cost them about $150k, plus however much it cost to renovate after its previous owner, an elderly hoarder, had evacuated the premises. When they sold the three-story home to retire to Vermont a few years ago, the value had risen to 1.3 million dollars. That’s a staggering 766% increase. And while I'm happy they made bank on their nest egg, the sale was also a sobering reminder that owning a home in this climate - let…