You know what I am fed up with? Being a Millennial. Actually technically I’m a Xennial but it’s much of a muchness.
Constantly I’m under a barrage of “buy this” of “Do that” and of course “FOMO”. People who are even five years older than me constantly saying “oh why don’t you just buy?”
It’s made me bite my tongue and not drop into a furious rage at them, sigh and go, “well we’re working on it”.
Do people not understand how fucking difficult it is to save?! In Edinburgh you need about £25,000 to realistically buy a house that’s inhabitable. Flats have their advantage but I’m too old to be dealing with stair politics or caring about being within stumbling distance from the pub.
I’m not going to lie, pre 2008 I had a damn good time. Mostly it’s a haze since I was probably drunk for most of it.
Post 2008. Well fuck! I was lucky and I kept my job but saw the impact of austerity on friends and loved ones. It was hard. Life went from planning for a future and retirement to living from month to month. Honestly it’s the biggest joke that you earn what would be a reasonable wage but because everything got so expensive that you were perpetually broke.
That’s been me ever since. My salary has decreased but costs are still pretty much the same.
What gets me is that I know I’m lucky being able to rent comfortably and keep pets. However we can’t do all of this and also save.
“Get rid of the pets and get a cheaper flat”
Nope, I love the cats and wouldn’t get rid of them.
As to the flat. I’m sure there’s probably a place cheaper but not as comfortable. Also it’s about quality of life. I do not want to be in my seventies and finally have that four bed house but absolutely no happy memories other than the argument about why we can’t have meat tonight we’re saving for a house. Fuck that shit. Also give me a steak!
In real terms we will probably never be able to buy our own place. I really just want to love someplace where I can paint the walls and put down new flooring. A place where I’m not always slightly worried we’ll be turfed out because the landlord decided to sell. It’s already happened to us before.
So there’s no happy balance but I swear I will end up arrested for shouting and swearing at the next person who suggests that we buy.