I totally agree with Expat and Slushy.
I'm 23, and incredibly lucky that with my income and my partner's, we can just about afford a mortgage on a small house or a flat once I start my first teaching job in September.
Oh, actually, we would be able to, if he hadn't been made redundant. And I STILL see us as lucky, because I'll have a decent, regular income.
But I've had to get into 20,000 debt to do it (four years of university).
My parents both went to uni (for free), both dropped out, never stuck at anything and were frequently unemployed during my childhood. Yet they still manage to own a four-bedroom house. They've marvelled that my starting salary will be more than either of them earn. Except I won't be able to live in a large house for £200 a month. My student rent for a single room was almost twice that much.
And while my Mum talks martyrishly about working past sixty, I'll probably be working til I'm 70.
I'm not trying to whinge. I'm truly not. As I said, I consider myself very lucky to have found a profession that pays decently and reliably, which I (mostly) enjoy. I also happen to live somewhere relatively cheap.
I'm just not sure some of the older generations realise how relatively easy certain aspects of their lives have been.