I've had a love-hate relationship with my first off-campus room. I love the larger bed. I love the fact that it's a little oasis.
I hate that it's attached to an immensely filthy house.
There are massive pudding stains in the driveway, random car parts that belong to the landlord in the backyard, and the upstairs bathroom may contain trace amounts of cocaine. (not mine, nor anyone else in the house's.) It took two months for a drawer to get fixed, and the stove and one of the fridges probably should be replaced.
One more rent check, and then I am out of this place.
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I wish you had pics to go with your fantastic description...my mind boggles...There is a great aussie book called "He died with a Felafel in his hand" about a guy who lives in some huge number of different share houses. So glad those days are behind me..but it makes for some fun memories..I wonder what happened to all those random people i lived with or rather shared a pig sty with, cheers Katherine
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