I lived on the Upper East Side for most of my adult life: about 48 years, starting in the late 1970s. My wife and I bought into a co-op on 85th Street in 1999 for $265,000 and lived on the third floor of the five-story walk-up. Our apartment was 1,200 square feet and had a very nice layout, as well as a working fireplace. The building had no amenities whatsoever, but we were still very happy to be there.
Homebuyers may experience a reprieve in 2026 as price normalization and an increase in home sales over the next year will take some pressure off the market-but don't expect homebuying to be affordable in the short run for Gen Z and young families. The "Great Housing Reset" will start next year, with income growth outpacing home-price growth for a prolonged period for the first time since the Great Recession era, according to a Redfin report released this week.
Living with your parents isn't always the first option, but for Lindsey Gregory, it made the most sense. Not only are Gregory, her husband, their daughter, and her in-laws living under one roof, they bought a home together. While some people view living with their parents as a last resort or a safety net, Gregory saw it as an opportunity to strengthen her family.
UNS has revealed images of SeoulOne, a master plan designed for Hyundai Development Company (HDC) in Seoul, South Korea, intended as a new model for multigenerational living. The project, already under construction on a brownfield site in the northeast of the city, reimagines an existing industrial site and railway area as a 405,000 m² car-free neighborhood for a multigenerational community.
A little more than two years ago, I woke up in my childhood bedroom for the first time in more than three decades. I wasn't home just for a visit. In fact, I wasn't even back with my parents. At 41 years old, I moved in with my 88-year-old grandmother to take care of her. (I call her Mamaw as any good Texan kid would.)
Am I the most amazing mom on planet Earth?Far from it. But I may be the luckiest - because my mother-in-law lives with me. Yesterday, I ate three healthy meals, came to work fully prepared, went to the gym, read a chapter aloud to my daughters before bed, and fell asleep before 10 p.m., knowing the pets were fed, the plants were watered, the laundry was put away, and the dishwasher was loaded.
Still, we all felt pretty apprehensive heading into this living arrangement. For one, our lifestyles were quite different: My husband and I had been empty nesters for the past decade, and we had routine sleep and mealtimes. Meanwhile, they were young parents with a small child and a baby on the way - a lot of their schedules depended on seasonal and weekly activities.
The first time your parents walk into your home unannounced is fine; the seventh and eighth time? That's a bit of a problem. The first rule I required when we all moved in is that you have to knock if you're going into the other person's space. Our time in our homes is private, and no one wants to be ambushed by something they weren't expecting. Plus, my husband and I both work from home and can't afford to have calls interrupted unexpectedly.
In 2013, after three years of living abroad and backpacking around the world, my partner, Sam, and I returned home to Australia without a cent to our names. We'd literally spent everything we had on our adventures and owned nothing but the clothes in our suitcase when we stepped off the plane. I didn't want to move back to the city we were living in before our travels, as I grew up there, and I was worried it would feel like a step backward.
