Would you be tempted by a 40-yr home loan? I know I would
I remember it so well: the existential angst, the self-doubt, the bitter railing against intergenerational inequality, all of which preoccupied me for much my twenties. The cause? Anxiety about getting on the housing ladder. When you’re in that desperate state, it’s all consuming. Owning your own home is the holy grail of adulthood. You imagine that if you achieve it, everything else will be alright, you will get on with the rest of your life, focus more on your career, somehow be more of a person. Flowers will grow in your garden, you’ll do things like chat to the neighbours and you will no longer be beholden to landlords, with