It is funny how time flies. I just realised my last blog was the 11 of May. At this stage I will say I now agree with the older you get, the quicker time flies.
I started looking at property to buy again. As I go through the foster to adopt process I am conscious that I need a stable home for a child and renting doesn't make me feel that. However; after attending an open home tonight that was a dog box you couldn't swing Lily (the cat) in, on a main road, with the (very small) bedroom facing said main road, with the real estate guy telling everyone in the place it was "prime location", that has an auction guide of $700K+, I think I just gave in. I am going to be a renter for life if I remain in Sydney. And for at least the next 15 years, if I am successful as a foster parent, I need to stay in Sydney. So renting it is.
I hate the uncertainty of it. While I live in a nice place, a two minute walk from a Westfield (a girls dream!) I have no sense of stability. I guess all people renting feel it. I just never thought I'd feel it at 44 and a half years old. But I won't pay the ridiculous prices Sydney demands for me to own my own home. It puts me in a position where I would be a slave to the corporate world for ever. And I am not sure I want that.
Maybe it is winter, you know, you tend to retreat into yourself for a while until the spring comes and then the sun is on your skin, making you feel alive again.
I don't know. Guess I'll work through it all. Or meet a millionaire. I think I have a safer and better chance of working through it.
Till next time.
Ax
