I rent with not much prospect of buying a house although I still cling on to hope. I am 46 & have just been priced out of the market & unable to save a big deposit.
I have a lot of friends who own- a lot of whom were gifted large sums of cash so are very lucky. But all they talk about is kitchens & decorating etc and I can’t take part in the conversations.
I have a full and as interesting a life as I can- I travel as much as I can with my kids, go camping, try to have weekend adventures, go to gigs, run, walk, read, listen to music, cool, socialise etc.
But the topic of conversation is always home ownership and for me, because I rent, having a roof over my head is a small part of who i am. It doesn’t define me because I am not invested in it in the same way.
But my friends just seem to be so invested in it and it’s making me feel like I need new friends 🙈
Aibu to think that middle age just becomes about decorating & kitchens & that I am the unusual one?
It’s making me feel a bit shit. Like in am a second class citizen I guess