This is so interesting to me. I’m from an upper-ish middle class background although both my parents were working class and I can’t imagine them - a university lecturer and a health visitor - having remotely the life my dad has now if they were in their 30s in this economy.
I have one sister and three cousins and without exception, they are doing well financially in the sense that most of them own property or are about to, there are kids in the equation, have stable jobs and all earn over £50k pa.
I…do not. I rent a flat that’s cheap even for the part of town it’s in (when they made the sequel to Trainspotting, the Scottish drugs & debauchery film/book, they set it in my area because Leith where the first story took place had become too gentrified. I’m pretty sure there’s a drug den opposite the bus stop). I made £26k last year from a combination of fiction, journalism, copywriting and three months of the marketing gig I’m just finishing up. Although I had a good income year in 2018, so many payments were late that I had to borrow rent from Dad on a few occasions, which I’m still paying back. He helped my sister buy her first flat and I’m painfully aware that any similar financial sum set aside for me has now been eaten up by the support he’s given me.
I absolutely consider it somewhere between a gift and a loan - he didn’t have to do it but I will/am paying him back for it. I feel like I have a bigger point to make and a lot of feelings to process which will probably end up in the journal section at some point.