The year was 2007 and America was celebrating a high financial point by spending every last nickel it could find on everything under the sun. Housing prices soared, so much so that a big part of the market was priced out of purchasing, and in some areas, homes were under contract in a matter of hours for amounts way over their asking price.
It was a non-stop PAR-TAY, especially if you were in the banking, insurance, and real estate sector. Then, one day in June, I went to a closing with my buyer and it all came crashing down. My banker was never, ever late, so this alone alarmed me that morning. Was he injured? Some kind of family emergency?