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How to Avoid Making Huge Mistakes with Life’s Big Decisions
The Mistake
When my wife and I had been married for a year, we made a decision to purchase an apartment. It remains, to date, the worst decision we’ve ever made.
Credit: ‘detroithouse.jpg’ by Groovnick (flickr)
To start off with, we probably shouldn’t have purchased anything at all. But there was pressure from parents, the peer pressure of our friends doing the same thing, and the constant fear in Sydney-siders of “getting left behind the market”. Looking back now, I see the bigger factors that we’d been married for one year, we were both very early in our careers, we had very little savings relative to our incomes, and we were living in a friend’s place for low rent. There weren’t really any good reasons to buy.
The big mistake, though, was the place we bought. We spent a couple of months looking in the seaside suburb of Cronulla before realising there were apartments we liked and apartments we could afford, but nothing that fell into both categories. We begrudgingly started looking two suburbs back from the beach and went into a real estate agent there. He said he had the perfect thing for us, one more suburb to the west. We went and had a look and, well, it was fantastic. It was large, bright, only ten years old, had a view of the city over a soccer field, a supermarket at the end of the street, and we could afford it… just. When we left the apartment, the agent asked us straight up, “So, do you want to buy it?” We looked at each other stunned, not knowing what to say, and he knew the answer was “Yes”.
The Consequences of the Mistake
So we bought this place, and we immediately — as in, the first night — started learning everything wrong with it. Ten year old apartment buildings have far thinner walls than the 40 year old place we’d been living in. When our neighbours called someone on the phone, we heard every word they said. When they yelled their heads off at each other, we got to listen to that, too.
Having a supermarket at the end of the street made getting groceries handy, but it was also easy to get a trolley, because there was an endless supply of them dumped in the entranceway of the apartment block. Speaking of dumped, it turns out that when people live in a block of 40 apartments they feel pretty anonymous and do things like throw their garbage bags on the ground in the driveway rather than go the extra step of opening the cage where the bin is and putting the garbage in there.
The playing fields were a nice outlook on weeknights, but every Saturday morning at 7am we’d be woken by the screeching voice of a netball organiser announcing “This week’s special of coffee and a doughnut for $2”. The “special” was the same every week. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights were fun, as we discovered the fields served as a thoroughfare for people leaving the local pubs and walking back to their homes. It was a regular occurrence to be woken up by a woman screaming at 2am and rushing to the window to see if someone was being attacked, only to find four inebriated women stumbling across the field together and screaming with laughter as each one in turn fell over in the mud.
Finally, a ten minute drive to the beach makes it seem a long way away. When we lived within walking distance of the ocean, we’d go for a swim on every fair night after work for about 5 months of the year. In the summer after we moved, we went to the beach twice.
Credit: ‘Lalalala.. I don’t wanna hear this!’ by Hilde Skjølberg
In short, we’d bought a really nice apartment in what was not a nice area. Everyone says, “Location, location, location,” and we learnt it the hard way. There’s lots of stuff to look back on and laugh about now, but at the time it was a pretty terrible place to live. When we eventually sold it years later, it was for a few thousand dollars less than we bought it. Fears of missing out on the market seemed a bit exaggerated.
Okay. That sucked. How did that happen?
Reflecting on what went wrong over the following years, I’ve realised we made mistakes at three different levels.
Level 1: Property Mistakes
At the first level, we made property-buying mistakes. We made three big resolutions to try and protect us in the future:
Property Resolution #1: We would never purchase a property with shared walls again. If we shared a wall with someone, we wanted the freedom to leave at short notice.
Property Resolution #2: We would never purchase a property without first living in the immediate area. There’s too much you don’t know until you’ve been a local.
Property Resolution #3: We will tell our kids not to bother buying an apartment. Real estate transaction costs are astronomical, so if you’re planning to have a family, and to one day own a house, it might be better to just save for that house.
Level 2: Decision Mistakes
Those learnings were all about buying property, though, something I’m not planning to do too often. At a higher level, we’d made two mistakes in the way we’d gone about making our decision:
Decision Mistake #1: We hadn’t considered all our options. Once we started to look away from the beach, we saw one apartment, we liked the look of it, and we got railroaded into buying it by a really good salesman. We didn’t look at any other apartments in that suburb. We didn’t ever see any apartments in the suburb we’d planned to look in. Worst of all, we ended up spending more than we’d originally been thinking and it didn’t occur to us to go back to Cronulla to see what this new limit would afford us in the place we really wanted to live.
Decision Mistake #2: We weren’t clear on what features were really important to us. After seeing dozens of run-down places in Cronulla, we were blown away by the modern interior of the place we eventually bought. We realised too late that we’d traded that nice interior for things that we valued a lot more: a nice street, quiet surroundings and being near the beach.
Level 3: The Big Mistake
Thinking one more level up, we realised we had a problem at the life level: We had no process for ensuring the big decisions we made were good decisions.
A Second Chance
Credit: ‘Your past mistakes are meant to guide you, not define you.’ by Live Life Happy (flickr)
Five years after leaving our first disastrous real estate purchase behind us, we got a chance to have another try at finding a good home to buy. We heeded the learnings of our previous failure right from the start: we moved into the area where we wanted to buy six months before we started looking, and we ruled out all apartments, semis and townhouses without a moment’s thought.
We went one step further, though: rather than just avoiding our key property pitfalls, we came up with a system for making the decision that was intended to avoid the two core decision making problems we’d identified from before: not considering all the options, and not being clear on what features were really important to us.
How we bought our house
What we did was fairly simple but, in the end, extremely powerful. Here’s the process:
Step One: We wrote down everything that we thought we would like as a feature in a house and property. We’d both lived in at least 5 places by now, and inspected scores more, so it was a pretty long list. We also wrote down things that we definitely didn’t want, but we wrote these as positive items — things we wanted — e.g. “Not next to a power substation.”
Step Two: We sorted the list of features, so that we had a list of most important features to least important. I actually wrote a small computer program that helped us do this by presenting features two at a time and making us choose which was more important. We asked ourselves: “If there were two identical houses except that one had this feature and the other house had the other feature, which would we choose?” We entered this into the program, and it sorted the list based on our answers.
Step Three: For every house we visited, we scored the property for each feature out of 5 stars (no half stars allowed!). We kept the whole thing together in one spreadsheet. This gave us a commanding overview of the decision we were making.
This process seems pretty simple, and it is. Lots of people trying to make a decision go through a similar process, though a lot of people miss the most important step: sorting the features. Without sorting the features, you have what is typically referred to as “a list of pros and cons”.
Pros and Cons lists are terrible because they assume that every feature is equally as important as the others, which is very rarely the case. We quite often saw houses which rated very highly on lots of the features we’d listed, but it scored poorly on a couple of the most important ones at the top of the list. We would come out of an open house feeling quite positive about the place, but when we got home and put it in our spreadsheet we’d realise it was a dud.
The Big Decisions Method
While we were going through all this, it dawned on me that what we’d designed in our little spreadsheet was a universally useful tool. Not only was it a useful method for anyone purchasing property, it was useful for any decision of this nature, where there were multiple options and lots of features to consider. Our simple process:
- List your features
- Sort your features
- Score your options
was a winner. When our car gave up the ghost we used our method to decide what to buy next. We ended up with something that wasn’t the choice I thought we’d make at the start, but which is far more suited to our needs and values. I used the method the last time I changed jobs, and I’m still in the same job, almost nine years later.
The Big Decisions App
When I’d been working at Tyro for five years, they gave me an iPad as an anniversary gift. Being the dyed-in-the-wool software engineer that I am, the first thing I thought was, “I’ve got to learn how to write apps for this thing!” Before you can make an app, though, you need a good idea for an app, and somehow it dawned on me that this decision method we’d conceived would make a great app.
I looked at other decision helper apps on the App Store, thinking, “Someone must have done this already.” Indeed, there were lots of decision-making apps, but they fell at two ends of the complexity scale. On the one end, there was a swathe of free and 99c apps that did nothing more than toss a virtual coin. On the other end, there were a couple of apps that were trying to do something similar to what we’d designed, but had users typing in decimal numbers for weights and scores, really offering little more than a spreadsheet template.
So I embarked on turning our method into an app: Big Decisions.
It turns out that it takes a very long time to make a good app, and if you’ve only got an hour or two spare each night, that becomes a very, very long time. I remember working for months before presenting the first completed (I thought) version to my wife and observing her try to use it. “Oh, dear,” I thought as I watched her fumble around and look at me quizzically, “I’ve got a lot more work to do.”
It took almost a year until I finally had something that was good enough to put on the App Store. There were plenty more things I wanted to add, but it was time to get some feedback. Would it be a success? Would we become stinking rich overnight? Would it change people’s lives? Would a single person even download it?
Well, we’re not stinking rich yet, but I’m happy to report that people find the app, people buy the app, and it seems people love the app. There’s even reports of it helping people change their lives. One reviewer wrote on the App Store:
“This app is a pleasant surprise! I wasn’t expecting much, but I am very pleased to share that it actually helped me with a few major life decisions.”
Another one, who appears to have an academic background in decision-making research, wrote:
“Big Decisions is one of the best decision aid apps I’ve seen, and I’ve explored most (if not all). It’s useful, attractive, smart, and sleek.”
Our Decision Redemption
So, the app is a moderate success. What about our house? You might think that the end of this story will be that we found a fantastic property with everything we wanted at a ridiculously low price and snapped it up… but it’s not.
We bought a house that is fifty years old, and looks it. It had an extension in the 80s that has left it with a weird layout: you either have to walk through the laundry or a bedroom to get to the back living area. There’s no less than eight different floor coverings: two styles of carpet, polished floorboards, and five different styles of lino. The garden is so high-maintenance that we could probably keep a full-time gardener busy. The train, my preferred mode of transport, is 25 minutes walk away. The kitchen looks about 20 years old and didn’t even have a space for a dishwasher.
Why did we buy such a bizarre house? Because it’s in a fantastic street, a peaceful cul-de-sac full of young families and away from main roads. It’s brick. It’s within walking distance to schools, walking distance to playgrounds, and there’s an express bus to the city two blocks away. And it has my wife’s favourite feature: you can watch the kids in the backyard from the kitchen while preparing dinner or washing the dishes (or packing the dishes in the dishwasher we installed).
We didn’t get everything we wanted in a house — far from it — but we got the things that were most important to us, the things that we’d identified at the start of our search. And the proof is always in the pudding: we’ve loved every minute of living here.
