My parents once asked me why I didn’t have enough savings to buy a house yet.
I almost lost my shit.
ask them why didn’t they have savings to “buy a private yacht yet” at your age, because I would guess it’s roughly similar in the proportion of pay/cost
The only people my age that I know who own their own house are also drug dealers.
Guess I should sell drugs if I want a house.
In comic, dystopian reality, selling drugs (really just weed) was how I graduated college debt-free, and graduating without debt was the only way I could take out/afford a loan for a house.
So apparently, it’s true what they say, whether planting or selling trees, the best time to do it was 10 years ago. The second best time is now! (Except don’t)
I had a legitimate talk about doing this with my girlfriend. As much as I hate how sketchy it is, it still just seems sooo tempting.
But is it worse than tricking other people to work 40+ hours a week doing whatever you say and giving you most of the value they create? Because that’s the other option.
Plus if you buy a bunch of houses you can get them to give back most of the money you pay them.
I’m 35, and if you squint a bit at the mortgage, I “own” home. With my partner. And we’ll be paying it off for another 27 years. And we’re the lucky ones of this generation.
Buying a home with saving, fucking lol
LOL when my father asked me how much savings I had, I immediately knew that our life experiences were vastly different.
The century of find out with almost no active participation in the previous century of fuck around.
A lot of “climate collapse global late stage capitalism and food is more and more plastic” stick with very little “convenience products are kinda nifty” carrot
To keep your sanity you just have to lower your expectations.
I, for example, am really stoked for the burrito I ordered. Fuck, it’s good to be alive.
I’m stoked about having learned how to repair PCs in my last 6 hour hyperfixation, and then actually fixing two PCs.
