Okay, here is the (kind of shocking) deal. I don’t have enough super, and according to the accountant I need to accumulate more than half a million dollars between now and retirement.
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.