Or win Lotto.
So I’ve been busy trying to conjure up a realistic plan.
For starters, I’ve rented out my little piece of over-priced Sydney real estate and moved to the beautiful Blue Mountains. I’m going to try to hang onto my city apartment and buy even the smallest thing up here, or split something with my BFF (who is also my sister).
I’ve followed the lead of young Aussies and have a “portfolio” career – in other words, a small business, where I take on as many jobs as I can.
I’ve been lucky to work from home for a year but now have taken on a contract – three days in the inner city, one from home. Lovely people, the work is interesting and the pay is good. The only drawback is I have to change trains once on the journey down and once on the return home.
I get up before dawn in literally -1 degree C so am weighed down by a coat, scarves and layers of clothes carrying lap top, lunch, shoes for the office and stuff as I run between platforms 3 and 7 to make my connection. I look like a cross between an oversized penguin and undersized front row forward as I lumber side to side and forward simultaneously. Hey, if I shoulder charge you while panting up the stairs, it is nothing personal. I literally have less than three minutes to make the connection.
If only I had followed the advice I give young women: Make sure you get paid what you deserve, track that bloody super and add to it where you can starting NOW.
I didn’t learn how to negotiate for money until I was 38 and then it was a few more years before a male friend told me some employers - like his - will even pay you more super if you ask.