Some say the bright lights are blinding, and boy has that never felt more true.
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As a young girl local to Bathurst, I dreamt of living in the big smoke as I was blinded to believe there would be an abundance of opportunities, and was attracted to the idea of a dramatic change.
Once upon a time, I dreamt of living in the city with a penthouse, funded by a well paying job that I was happy to wake up to everyday. Well, a girl is allowed to dream...
Although no one can say for certain how they would be in a situation without actually putting themselves there, I know what feels like home, and to me it no longer is the city.
True to my roots, I have always loved the country, and have always been drawn to adventure, especially the kind where one can get lost for hours on end.
I had been to Mudgee many years ago, however after recently visiting Mudgee for a constant five months, each time I came here, I fell in love more for what would soon be the town I make my first big move to.
Although a strange thing to say, I often find myself full of curiosity of what it would be like to get to the top of the hills surrounding Mudgee. What would I see? What would I find?
Don’t get me wrong, I love Bathurst, it’s great and my hometown, but I need a change. It’s all about self-discovery, people.
Now that I am beginning to venture on and look at adult things such as renting, bills and saving (not a fun time, how am I meant to fund my shopping and chocolate addiction?), I am beginning to realise how tough it actually is for my generation.
Sure, we have access to things others may not have had before our time, but we struggle to afford to support a family and buy a home, even on a good wage.
In 1970, the annual median house price for Sydney was $18,700. Just 48 years later, in July, the annual median house price in Sydney is $1,144,217. How is that affordable for the regular average Joe?
It’s almost as if you have to choose - save to have a family and home or become a workaholic who is alone but can afford to do what they desire.
For me, one day I want to unlock a door, a home and it be mine, not the bank’s. I’m 100 percent sure there are many others who feel the same as I do, and honestly, we’re all anxious about it.
Unfortunately there is not much we can do but ‘think positive’, hoping for a dream to come true, or even just at a reasonable cost.