Let’s get this out of the way. Did your parents give you money for your house? No, they absolutely didn’t.
They didn’t even offer? Nope.
And you don’t live in a rundown shack? I live in a cosy two-bedroom unit in the outer eastern suburbs of Melbourne. The unit is on a block of 10, with a decent backyard and garage. It was built in the 1970s and was in its original form when I bought it, but I knew it had good bones, so I had to look past the cosmetic faults.
From the moment I started my first job as a teenager, I had the goal of saving for a house. I didn’t think I’d be buying one for a while, but I was always saving for
