Parental Presh

Buying property is a contentious subject these days, isn’t it? Back in the day, people bought a house and felt good about it, and it was chill. At least, I assume that was the case… I guess I wouldn’t really know Point is, nowadays, people look at you with suspicion if you profess to being in the market for a house. It’s like, you must be in cahoots with the evil empire – having your avocado toast and eating it too, so to speak.

At least, that’s how it is in my circles. Maybe I’m living in a bubble; who knows? Regardless, I’ve never been one to be influenced by how people perceive me, and I’m not about to start now. If I luck out and get approved for a home loan in the current climate of the property market, then so be it. If I happen to have connections to the best conveyancing lawyers near Bentleigh, then so be it. If I manage to do the deed and actually buy a house, then so be that, too. It is what it is.

There is the small question of how to tell my parents. They’re generally happy with whatever I choose to do, but moreso if that’s moving to Mongolia for a year, or getting a full back tattoo, or joining the Socialist Alliance, or majoring in Sanskrit at uni. I’m not sure how they’d respond to me telling them I was doing the whole shebang: applying for loans, emailing real estate agents, hiring a conveyancer. Melbourne is having a population boom, after all, and I’m sure they’ll think I’m giving someone a raw deal by taking possession of private property. 

Not to whinge – I really appreciate my parents’ input and everything. I just feel they can be a little limited by some of their beliefs, which are ultimately geared towards overcoming limitation. I just don’t think it’s as simple as that. I’m happy to have the debate, though.