investment ocd

It’s funny that, even though I’m about to turn 32, I keep discovering more about myself over time.  The latest discovery is this: I need a project.

I’ve mentioned this in past posts, but it’s becoming more evident to me on a daily basis that I need something to keep my brain occupied.  Work isn’t enough, and in any case, I try not to mentally ‘bring it home’ with me.  I have my tomatoes and the rest of the garden, but I can’t do a lot in relation to that at night, which is when I get restless.  I love knitting, but it’s not enough mental stimulation.

I brought this up with SO a couple of weeks ago.  I was like, ‘I need a project.  I need your help to come up with something.’  So we sat there while he suggested different things (including the above), and I rejected the suggestions.  After a while we just sat there in silence.  I said to him, ‘I know, I’ve thought of something!’

He said (with relief), ‘Great! What?’

‘We need to buy another property.’

This was not met with the positive affirmation I’d been hoping for.

I do love property.  I love doing the sums to see if we can afford it.  I love finding a revolting place and negotiating for it.  I love running around to organise settlement.  I love dealing with our mortgage broker.  I love renovating, and I love scouting around and furnishing a unit for less than $1000 including white goods.  Finally, I love the process of having viewings and getting tenants installed.  It’s interesting, you always learn something, and it’s financially rewarding (eventually).