I did until I was 37. It is only a fairly random combination of events that I got on the housing market as I’d not been anywhere near it until that age. After the Y2K ‘IT boom’ thing was dead I moved back from That London and its stupidly expensive rents. I had saved up a bit as a contractor, I was quite well paid, but still couldn’t afford to buy anywhere I wanted down there, so moved back up north and got a mortgage on a pretentious Liverpool city centre loft apartment. It doubled in value within two years, so I cashed in and bought the current shack for cash. I just wanted to ditch the mortgage as that was preventing me starting a small business (this place). As such it’s largely fluke I bought and got out at exactly the right time. I’ve never been interested in property etc, I just want somewhere to live that doesn’t suck money, and where I am achieves that. It isn’t flash, certainly isn’t a great investment, but it serves its core purpose perfectly well.
PS The shocking thing is how one fills available space. I’d spent my whole adult life in one or two bedroom flats until I bought this place, a 3 bed, two living room Victorian terrace with a cellar. It is full. I have stuff stacked up everywhere!
