I’m in Las Vegas, the downturn’s epicenter. Or at least one of them. As Southwest flight 1552 descended through the lights flickering off the sea of master planned communities created by people with names like Del Webb, I closed my book on property law. And I thought about my own corner of the downturn. I think I am kind of fortunate to be living through it, to be experiencing it.
I “own” a townhome in Seattle, and like most people, owning a home means a lot to me. It means I’m connected to a community. It means I am safe in it’s walls. It also means that I have a mortgage payment.
So when I say I own a townhome, it’s more precise to say that I share my ownership interest with a large, secured creditor. A creditor that will require payment of his secured interest before he’ll let me out of the deal.
It’s the system we’ve designed as a nation, it works, it’s fair, and it’s breathtaking when it all turns south.
While I’m not being foreclosed on, now I know what all my clients were so afraid of when I was working on the debtors’ side.
Property, like justice, is a feeling.
Would I go through this to know what my clients went through? Yes.
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