I remember when I started working and the excitement to be independent was all I could think about. All kinds of plans and dreams running through my mind. Luckly I had only one dream ; that was to own my own property. The plan was to work my butt of for 5 years and I could save enough for a down payment and be eligible for housing loan. Everything worked out as planed.
I moved in the 800 square feet apartment on a Friday and I could not believe the number of furniture that we had to move. It seemed like we were moving a country. After long we settled down, my parents, my sister and me.
My was feeling uneasy, being a new house owner. I was not worried about the home but about the finance part. I started to think how long after would I have to work before I can truly call myself a free man and determine my destiny. Looking at the amount I owed, I calculated I had to work for the rest of my life to pay for the house. That was a shocking thought and I was beginning to feel like was being buried alive.
I started to wonder how people lived their lives and managed to seem normal. What I discovered was utterly suprising and made me feel like a fish out of water. I realized, everything I know about money was handed down by people around me who were not doing well themselves and knew nothing about.
This where my journey began. It is my story of my coming of age and growth on the topic of money. Mind you, I come from a family of teachers, musicians and scholars. Intelligent in every way but not on the subject of money.
It is my hope that this blog will help shed some light on this most fascinating topic that I am sure occupies most of the thoughts in our waking hours.
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