Owning our own home never seemed quite so far away as it did today.
About a week ago we had a call from a nice fella working for the Homebuyers Centre. We'd entered a competition of theirs online to win our own house, and he was calling to find out all about our financial situation.
After I told him how much debt we have, along with the pittance I get paid, he tells me that they might be able to help us out, and we set up an information session for tomorrow night.
Exciting stuff.
Exciting enough to have us enquire today at the National Australia Bank about what it would take for us to be able to get a home loan from them. The NAB are, for the most part, Australia's best bank (IMO). I realise that's a bit like having four piles of shit in front of you and claiming one of them smells a little less than the others, but I digress.
So we sit down, and their home loan chick hits us with it. Typically a home loan from them is for 80% of the property and requires a 20% deposit, so for a standard $400,000 house, we'd have to cough up around $80,000.
It's lucky I was sitting down, because if I hadn't been, I'd have hit my head pretty hard en route to the floor.
We laughed, and then figured out that, if we started saving now and really behaved ourselves, we could get started around the time I turn 44. As a point of interest, I just turned 37.
Pretty much never going to happen. Seriously, who has that kind of money in savings?
One option that's apparently quite popular these days (no doubt because so few people actually have EIGHTY FUCKING GRAND in the bank) is to have your folks set their home up as security for the loan. I'm not quite sure how that one works, but I think the idea is that the value of their home is used to help secure the financing.
Yeah... nah. I don't think so. Those without morals or values of their own (of which there are many) would no doubt be more than willing to have their folks put their own home on the line, but not me. My testicles work just fine, thank you very much.
I mean, really, if something bad happened and our place had to be sold but the sale didn't cover the loan amount, our folks' place would have to be sold to cover the difference.
Not in this lifetime, Jack.
I couldn't believe it, but the lady actually finished up with a line about doing the lotto, which is like admitting that their archaic way of doing business isn't really designed to help the everyday people out. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer, and if everyone could afford their own home, who would rent from the rich?
Welcome to Australia.
I don't know what this guy is going to say when he shows up tomorrow night, but he's going to have to pull a rabbit out of a hat.