At 20 I'd just moved into my first flat with my boyfriend. It was an amazing flat in the town centre, all singing and dancing. All young professionals and any body who was any body lived their. (Rent wasnt alot because we live up north about £600).
I was grafting my arse off working 70 hours week. Going out three times a week getting drunk and going to nandos more than I ate in
.
Going to the gym every single day and shopping for clothes nearly every other. Driving around in my brand new fiesta ST loving life. Holidays in fancy places 5 times at least year.
By the time I was 22 I'd just secured a full time job (because I was already employed by the council I got a full time wage, but was on an apprenticeship).
We had just brought out first house, it was right when the housing market had crashed. We paid 25k under asking price and made about 60k on it, minimal work, the previous owners spent a fortune doing it up to sell. It was a little terrace. I stopped going out (because I was pregnant) got my self a audi a4 (always been into cars). Had our first baby and decided it was time to sell up and buy a bigger house.
By 25 we moved into our forever home but it needed alot of work and both was moving rapidly up the ladder regarding jobs.
Now I'm 29 have two kids, dream house and dream cars.
Their had been bumps in the road. Nothings perfect. People move at their own pace. Only reason we got onto the property ladder at a young age is because I got a large amount of inheritance.