Friend of mine who bought a pretty cottage in a village within commuting distance of London in the 1980s when houses were still affordable, once said to me when I expressed envy: "Yes but people forget - the house isn't your's and doesn't belong to you til the day you pay the last mortgage payment!" And she was right. Home 'owners' no more own their homes than renters, until the mortgage is done.
I missed the boat. Unemployed in the early-mid 80s, when you could still buy a house for £10,000. By the time I got a job (teacher) my wages were so low I was unmortgageable (as our oldest baby had a disability and husband had to give up job to look after him so I could work). By some miracle we did eventually "get on the ladder" (my vile MIL's favourite phrase and rod to beat us with - although she came from a family where no-one had owned their own home til the 1950s - which come to think of it prolly explains the snobbery). But then we split up and as I was pregnant, and moved across the country - forced to sell my house and was not allowed to claim benefits til I had lived off my profit from the house sale... so back to social housing. Now I'm in my early 50s and have missed all the boats. My brief foray into home 'ownership' ended in disaster even though I bought a house for £36,000 that was worth £46,000 the day I bought it - and only 2 years later was worth more than double that.
My brother meanwhile bought a house for under £10,000 in 1980 which is now worth... well, a lot more than that. And he paid the mortgage off years ago. And he bought a second house for his in-laws who had a tied cottage they were thrown out of when the considerate farmer employing them kicked them out when they retired. So my brother owns two mortgage-free houses. All I ever wanted was to own a 2 bed Victorian terrace - now I have nothing. But my own fault.
The hardest one to take was when my niece, who is 25, got married and bought what would have been my dream cottage. She said to me when she was engaged she was going to buy a country cottage and I thought "Dream on!" - but she married a bloke who had just inherited enough to buy a house cash from an inheritance.
My 'inheritance' will be split with a vast number of step relatives as my dad remarried. He is dead but my stepmother still alive and it is now even likely my stepsisters will have to sell her home to put her in a care home as she has dementia. So sod all inheritance. My husband doesn't even know if his dad has made a will and if he has, whether he is in it (as they always saw hhis sister as The Poor Relation and one to leave everything to - despite the fact she did buy her house in the 1980s, too...)
Friend of mine also in her 20s, bought a beautiful house in a stunning location a few months back. Again, inheritances.
I have a council house in a lovely place, with a low rent but no prospect of ever buying it and my son - who could afford to buy it for us - isn't allowed to.
One mate of mine went bankrupt and lost her home. I think that must be unbearable. But, like my experience, seeing her go through that made me realise that even people who are very complacent and patronising about being successful and home owners, can lose everything in the blink of an eye. My friend's business went to the wall for the sake of a couple of thousand quid a client was slow in paying - which led to cash flow problems and... she lost everything. I struggled to cope with my son's disability, our marriage floundered, and I lost everything. A year before if you'd have asked either of us what we thought of renting - we'd have been dismissive.
It is hard watching people half my age do the one thing I'd love to do, that I will never now be able to achieve. So OP another one who feels your pain.
Home owners do forget the home is actually the bank's, if they have a mortgage and that shit happens to de-rail the best of us.