About Dave The Trucker

Dave is a retired trucker based in the Territory, with an axe to grind, and a crossword to fill out.

Approx Reading Time-8#SmashedAvo or not, housing affordability is forcing many out of the market. Do we need to focus less on owning a house and more on building a home?

 


I’m a man of few deliberate words, but I will say this: I don’t think we have a housing problem in Australia, I think we have a location problem. Our heads are in the wrong place.

I’ve seen a lot of a lot of this country, and while the sweeping scenery changes, the faces do not. There has always been a clash between making do and doing better, with those who choose one of the two criticised by the other.

I can only speak from my personal experience, in that that I chose to do better, by living within my means. I’ve spent most of my life on the road, and after facing all the beauty and the ugliness it presents, when I return home, it is to a place which has no waterfront views. I drive to the beach, the cafe options are limited, I make my own. The house in itself does not sit in a “boom” suburb, but I got my bang out of it.

The rising expense of a deposit for a house is obvious, and frankly, fucked. The negative response to Scott Morrison’s plan to keep the cost of houses in hand proves that people are disgusted at what they perceive as discrimination by virtue of the situation. It’s harder than it’s ever been to own a house, that is true, but, for those entering the market, those who want it all, know that you still can. All you need to do is be honest with yourself about what you really need, and what you don’t. Don’t dip to what society thinks you should have, or what constitutes a starter house; take what you need to be you.

Now, I know this sounds a lot like a home among the gumtrees fantasy, but there is some truth in that idealistic rhyme. Home, for those who have experienced it, is not something you can run through your fingers, it’s a sense. It’s that unique sensory kick, it’s that familiar smell, and it’s something that you only notice when you return to it.

And that, has no address.