What Keeps Me Up at Night

I’ve shared the dream: a small home that actually works for me, and for the millions of people shut out of ownership. But here’s the part people don’t always see.

 

What keeps me up at night isn’t whether the dream matters — it’s how to pay for it.

 

Housing is expensive to build. Land costs money. Materials cost money. Financing favors the same old players building the same oversized, overpriced homes. And raising capital when you don’t come from wealth, when you don’t look like the typical developer, when you’re trying to break the very system investors profit from? That’s the fight.

 

The question I ask myself at 2 a.m. isn’t “Is this worth it?” I already know it is. The question is: Who’s going to believe enough to invest first? Who’s willing to take the risk before the success stories exist?

 

I won’t pretend that gap isn’t terrifying. Some nights, it is. But fear doesn’t get the final word. Because the alternative — waiting for the system that shut me out to magically let people like me in — is worse

 

I won’t pretend that gap isn’t terrifying. Some nights, it is. But fear doesn’t get the final word. Because the alternative — waiting for the system that shut me out to magically let people like me in — is worse.

 

Every sleepless night is proof I haven’t given up. I’m still here, still pushing, still too stubborn to stop. The money may keep me up at night, but damn it — we’re going to build these homes anyway because the fight is bigger than fear.