By Amanda Morrall (email)
I'm not one to get caught up in trends easily. Okay, there was a brief childhood infatuation with the J. Geils band in the '70s (I was 7) and a spiral perm in the '80s, (sorry no pix but it was a good afro even with shoulder length hair), I've disdained top 40 music, mainstream fashion, food trends, Disney pix and gone against popular culture in just about every way possible. But living in Auckland I feel myself slowly succumbing to the mother of all trends; that insidious, unavoidable disease better known as the property bug.
Apparently, it's quite catchy. I was reminded of just how much when I caught a glimpse of the New Zealand Herald's front page this morning broadcasting the latest outbreak, this one affecting first-time home buyers. Auckland house prices, the article states, have climbed to their highest rates since 2007, driven by the scores of first-time home buyers jumping on the ladder. The average price has leapt to $529,508.00.
Believe me, I have been fighting this fever hard. The glossy property magazines and flyers I find in my postbox every week move swiftly from my coffee table to the recycling bin after a quiet thumb threw and coffee splat when I choke on the prices. I work in an environment where property related stories, even the most banal ones, are consumed with as much exuberance as a bone thrown to my dog. I watch with amazement as the traffic numbers jump off the charts, put my head down and carry on.
Well, it's been 15 months now since I moved to Auckland (more than five years since I moved to New Zealand), and my resistance or immunity seems to be breaking down for I am entertaining previously unimaginable thoughts. Perhaps it's a function of age, and the need to put down roots, something I have resisted doing my whole life.
I joke about moving to Gisborne or Whangarei, as economically it's a sensible move and one that doesn't make me feel like I have invisible hands around my neck. However, realistically I am embedded here for a while. My job, shared-child care with the ex, schools the kids are settled and happy at and a new network of friends. Starting fresh somewhere else to save money on a house doesn't make sense. Well, it does on many levels but I think I've finally run out of puff after 25 plus moves.
Here's five reasons I came up with that might push me off the fence I've been straddling for sometime. What do you think. Should I, or shouldn't I?
1) Interest rates
I don't often agree with the little big boss BH, however I tend to agree on his call about interest rates staying low for a while. How can they not given the state of affairs internationally? Relative to interest rates back home in Canada, they're shockingly high here but maybe as good as they're going to get for a while? I know quite a few of our readers believe the sky is falling and the world economy is going to go bust. I don't for a minute minimise the challenges we're facing but refuse to believe that the world, as we know it, is going to end tomorrow, or even the next day, or the day after that.
2) Ownership
I'm no fool. I'm under no illusion that property (that is the place where you hang your handbag) is an investment. It's a home and for that reason considerations, other than financial ones necessarily come into play. Also, as I'm staunchly independent and don't like being at someone else's mercy, being a long-term renter and paying off someone else's mortgage doesn't really appeal. I appreciate that, barring the fantasy windfall, I will have to exchange one master for another; landlord for banker. Doesn't thrill me but I have come to accept that life is a series of trade-offs.
3) Stock market uncertainty
I still have faith in the markets but I believe the environment to be much changed. The gravy days of 7% returns are in all likelihood over. When you factor in the fees and expenses you'll pay for someone else to manage your money, the returns (at least for the foreseeable future) are going to be thin I reckon. If I thought my discretionary savings, invested in the market, would yield something significant, I'd be more gung ho.
4) A starting point
Until the Government introduces a capital gains tax or else strips away all the landlord subsidies that come in the form of accommodation allowances and Working for Families tax credits, or more land is freed up for development, I can't see property prices falling dramatically in Auckland, however bubbly the market may be. I don't much like the idea of going into debt but it's a fanciful notion, on my part, to think I can slap down $400-$500K in cash in the next 10 years to avoid that reality.
5) Fortune favours the brave
I don't know if following the herd and taking on a mortgage is necessarily brave. Maybe more practical than anything else. At some point, provided you're able to service a mortgage and have saved up 10% for a deposit (as well as being able to cover the inevitable incidentals), it's about taking charge of your own destiny. Nothing is certain in this life, save the two obvious things (death and taxes) so perhaps at some point you (rather I) need to take the plunge.
What do you think? Should I or shouldn't I?
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