Photo: Blue Cockatoo Cubby House
It's something that most Australians go through at some point in their lives and it's hitting us now.
Two of my best friends purchased new homes last weekend. Houses, you know, with no common walls, no strata headaches and a backyard.
The Curious household lives in a comfortable 3-bedroom apartment and there is no urgent need to move. But the house on a quarter-acre block is making its siren call. Owning a piece of land and having a house to call your own feel like a rite of passage.
Now that TLG is getting older and more active, the limitation of an apartment is starting to show. We have to make a concerted effort to take him somewhere so he can have a bit of a run around outdoors. I know he will love a backyard with his own cubby house. I can just picture the fun he'll have.
By living in an apartment, part of me feels that I'm letting him down.
But I know in truth TLG doesn't know any difference and he loves his home because he is with his mummy and daddy
I grew up in a 30sqm, 2-bedroom apartment with my mum, dad, older sister and uncle until I was six. Mr dad ran his small business at home and he had machinery in one of the rooms which made it out of bounds. I do not recall anything about those years but having fun with my family.
I know this is pressure that Mr C and I place on ourselves. But as parents it is only natural that we want to give our child "the best". Even if it means a hefty mortgage and cutbacks in other parts of our lives (goodbye new clothes and shoes?).
Is it worth it? I don't know at this point. We're going to start househunting this weekend. Maybe we will find our dream home. Maybe finding out how much we need to borrow will scare us off.
Let's see what the future holds.