Okay. I feel slightly lost in my own choices.

 

Let’s start this by admitting that, yes, I do want it all.

 

That seeing friends conquer goals that didn’t have a place on my map makes me ponder about my sudden envy of those goals which, let’s face it, are mostly statutory.

I’m a hand-to-mouth kind of person, with three main passions to feed:

  • A passion for traveling
  • A pride for my home
  • A total weakness for good wine

Therefore, my motivation to work revolves around:

  • My next trip
  • My next home improvement
  • My next wine order

Those are the things I enjoy the most and feed with any earning and opportunity.

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So why is it that when I hear of friends buying a house, I feel like I’m missing out?

 

I could do like most people and simply SAVE money instead of burning it in life’s various pleasures, hoping that one day I’d squirrelled away enough to present a non-laughable mortgage deposit. I could. But that would mean saying no to seeing the world. At least temporarily.

 

This little inner debate has now been going on for a while (it tends to increase in the absence of long-haul trips to look forward to), but the pattern is always the same:

  1. Shall I sort my shit out?
  2. Oh, I have enough money in my savings
  3. My hard work deserves to be rewarded by some wine
  4. My hard work deserves to be rewarded by some awesome shit for the house.
  5. Let’s book an amazing trip to the other side of the world
  6. (whilst on the trip) Fuck it, you only live once, let’s do EVERYTHING we want even though it implies drying out my saving account.

 

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I’ve been chatting this thing over with several house-owning close friends of mine and, surprisingly, a majority of them told me to carry on investing in adventures rather than estate.

 

To a stronger degree, what keeps popping in my mind is the street-interview (below) by the awesome Ryan Jon on the subject, ending on the words of an older lady who says that, if back in her days traveling had been this easy, she would not have hesitated one second between the house and the travels – she would have gone to see the world.

 

Where does this put me? It leaves me right at the middle of this nagging debate of mine, with the silent hope that my first-ever lottery ticket will be a winning one, tomorrow.

 

I guess you can call that my first step towards this whole house-owning business. Right?

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