The year we got married, my spouse and I were paying $400 a month for a 450 sq ft apartment in our city’s historic district. We lived within walking distance of bars, diners, a library, and a swan-laden lake. We'd never had it so good, but we didn’t know. I think our white privilege and millennial ennui blinded us. We were both stuck at soul-crushing dead end jobs, tired of driving through horrible traffic every day, and of living in a tiny, cramped apartment. And of course we were neck deep...