When I was 18 I got an unexpected inheritance, I guess it was the equivalent of a six figure sum at the time, it was enough to buy a house and have a big party..
At a time when every single one of my mates was on the dole and on drugs it felt pretty strange and I didn’t adjust well to suddenly being a man of wealth..
My girlfriend left me, I didn’t want the abrupt responsibility of getting the roof fixed and insurance and bills, nor did I have the resources so I let the place..
The tenants ran it into the ground and then burnt it down, which was a blessing as that insurance I’d been loathe to fork out for enabled me to recoup my investment, somewhat jaded and definitely wanting out of the property game..
I suppose it took me about three years to fritter the cash away on fast living and the high life, so my advice would be to cut out all the initial faffing about and get straight into the serious business of pissing it up the wall.. 🙂