Most people ask how to afford a property. I asked a harder question, whether property needed to be afforded at all.
London closed its door to me, not for lack of ambition but for lack of a deposit, and ambition has never once written a cheque large enough to matter on its own. The conventional path said save for a decade, then begin. I was not willing to spend a decade waiting for permission that was never coming.
So I asked a different question, and built a career on the answer. If the return on a short-let apartment is created by how well it is run rather than who holds the deed, then operational skill is the true currency, not title. Ownership was never the moat protecting real wealth. Execution was, and almost nobody was defending it.
My first unit was one flat, one rental agreement, furnished with a discipline the market had stopped expecting. It worked, not because the market rewarded luck, but because it had grown comfortable rewarding mediocrity, and mediocrity is the easiest competitor in the world to beat.