A friend of mine has bought a house. One of the guys I was friends with in school, less than a year older than me, has bought a house. Well, the offer was accepted, he's waiting on an engineers report and the like, but he's bought a house. I can barely afford to buy new clothes and he has bought a house. About 200 yards away from his parents house, but it will be his own place. A place he can retire to and enjoy and call his own.
This bothers me a bit. I'm freaking out a little about having spent what I consider to be a small fortune on clothes in the last two weeks, but it was mostly required. I doubt my employers would be keen on my coming to work in clothes with inappropriate holes in them.
A house! I mean, I'm delighted for him, he deserves it, the jammy sod, but he does. He worked hard to get where he is. One of the few people who has managed to land a permanent job doing what he was trained to do in the current awful job situation. So good for him. But it makes me wonder what am I doing wrong? And if I was given the chance, would I change anything?
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