I can't afford my parent's house. But when they bought it, it was surrounded by peach fields, not bustling metro America with top schools.
To me, it is like bemoaning how your Grandma was able to afford a house in Beverly Hills in 1920, but you can't today. How unfair the economy, how cruel the world! Except Beverly Hills wasn't Movie Star City in 1920.
My take is that our nation's appetite for coveted, increasingly scarce real estate has silently grown without our realizing it. Not one of my friends today would consider moving to a house surrounded by orchards.