After spending most of my twenties day dreaming about a beautiful federation style dream home somewhere in Sydney’s inner suburbs, then acquiring a first investment unit around 5 years ago, and the last 12 months of 2015 watching house prices climb ever higher, by early 2016 what was “just out of reach” became completely out of reach (aka impossible) – a house within the 10 kms from the CBD.
My brother and I have spent hours talking about it over the years, and even if we’d done something together on our “good” salaries five years back there was very little we could afford to buy that didn’t need major, major work close to the CBD.
Fast forward to February 2016 when I was working from home one day and perusing the real estate websites aimlessly when a little 1960s brick veneer home caught my eye. Wookie and I had been debating options for awhile – move into each other’s rental properties? Move to a new rental? Try to buy something?
Livin’ the dream in Sydney’s (inner) western ‘burbs with a Wookie and a bossy cat.
