The Secret American Dream Factory: My Love Letter to Columbus, Ohio
From Bangladesh to Home Ownership at Age 28
Columbus is one of those cities that everyone loves to hate. It’s located among corn fields and factory-towns in a decidedly red state. Outsiders associate Columbus with general boredom—a city destined to remain in the minor leagues, an overlooked flyover. Those people are chumps.
They don’t know what they’re missing. This is what they’re missing: the opportunity to transcend the luck of their birth, their social class, and their humble immigrant beginnings. The resources to shape their life into one that most people in the world can only dream of.
In 2017, I bought this cute little blue house in Columbus as a 28-year-old single woman carrying six figures in law school debt. (Completely on my own, with no “bank of mom and dad” to help with a down payment).
