Fives years back, I was 20 and Grant was 23. We both earned minimum wage, we had been renting for a year and we had struggled with balancing a poor income, saving for a future and paying all the bills. It was a rough and miserable year. We even sacraficed decent meals just to add a little extra into the pot. After a year of saving we had acquired just £6000. In terms of buying a house, this is not a great deal of money and nearly everyone I know buying a house is trying to save a figure many many times that. We were desperate to buy somewhere whilst house prices were low, so that we could actually have the chance to own a home. This purchase was more than just wanting to own some bricks and mortar, it was a way to relieve our finances slightly and give us a better chance in life to have financial stability, despite our crap jobs.
It was 2011 and out of the two houses we viewed and could afford, we didn’t like either of them. But of course, we bought one anyway. Beggers can’t be choosers, y’know. We spent just £3500 on the deposit, taking out the highest rate mortgage you’ve ever seen! Lenders were particularly iffy about lending and to have even found a lender whom offered a mortgage on just a 5% deposit was a freaking miracle in itself. The rest of our money went on solicitors fees and buying a few essentials such as a fridge, washing machine and vacuum. It was soon gone, but we had bought a house!
Our home buying process was absolutely nothing like what you might see on Location, Location, Location. We had absolutely no specifications whatsoever, other than it must be a house with some amount of outdoor space for the dog. We didn’t care how many rooms, we didn’t care where it was, we didn’t care what it looked like inside, we just didn’t care.
In a world where we put so much emphasis on owning the best things, handbags, interior items, cars and houses alike, we were greatly laughed at by anyone and everyone for this house. It had a lot of issues and we did not have the funds to fix them.
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