‘That’s generation snowflake for you’…’Back in my day’…’we are raising a generation of snowflakes where their parents buying them a house is their biggest achievement’…’
If you’re a nineties or naughties [and possibly even a late eighties] baby then the likelihood is you will have heard at least one, if not all of the above phrases. Mostly, from childless family members who always think the world owes them a favour, or from those keyboard tappers on some spotted [enter your home location] page on Facebook.
I think more recently, most of this ‘generation snowflake’ hatred has been directed at purchasing a house. The fact that house prices are 10000000x the amount they were 60 years ago ignored, we, as a generation are constantly reminded that either, we will never be able to afford a house, or if we can, this is due to the ‘luck’ of the family you are born into. But this isn’t always the case…
£15’000 – the cost of a life…or if you will, the amount of money I have been given to contribute towards my house deposit. £15’000 in replacement for the Dad that lost his fight to mental health. Inheritance isn’t always a rich Grandparent who left their life savings to a glutenous snowflake. In fact, I don’t think it ever will be. Whilst, I appreciate that when inheritance allows you to buy a house, it makes you ‘luckier’ than someone who will never have that ‘privilege’, it also means that quite possibly you have a lost a loved one as a result of it.
Despite that, inheritance might not be the only money put into a house deposit, not forgetting that a house deposit is also not the only cost in the ravenous, money-pig [or another animal that eats anything and everything] that is buying a house. For me, that £15’000 is 25% of the total house deposit, and 50% of what I am contributing towards the house. Fifty
So, yes, buying a house [fingers crossed that we actually exchange before I pass out with the overwhelming level of stress] will be my biggest achievement to date. I don’t care if that makes me a shining example of the snowflake generation. Buying a house symbolises more than what it might look like on the surface.
Buying a house is, six years after I received said inheritance after my Dads death, being well, and mentally stable enough to hold down a full time, permanent job, to have saved my heart and soul into being able to afford the said house. I can already hear people [those that call us the snow floury gang] saying ‘oh yes but working is just a fact of life, working hard is nothing like it used to be’. WELL, fuck off, I do work hard, I work fucking hard, and I have worked even fucking harder to get over the mental torment of coming to terms with someone who is supposed to be your guiding light in life, ending their own life because they couldn’t deal with the world of today.
Lots of love Generation Snowflake!