I had no idea flat-hunting would be so hard at this time of year. People are practically queuing in the streets just to look at places. Everyone says “we’ll call you” but I guess they never get to page ninety-something of potential flatmates. To make matters worse, everyone wants someone 25+ and professional. No one cares how mature I might be, or how good I am at cooking, or anything. I’m already ruled out because I’m a couple of years too young and I don’t have a nine-to-five job. What’s up with that? Does a profession automatically you a better flatmate?
I’m so lucky to have friends who can put me up for a few days… but I’m getting sick of living out of my backpack. And I keep wanting things (books mostly) that are in storage.
If you hear of any non-professional flats, let me know. I’ll probably settle for almost anything at this stage, but my dream place would be:
A BIG room
With morning sun
Wooden floors
No pets or smokers
Close to town or a good bus service
And a view.
I’m also on the lookout for a profession.
Meanwhile I’m still doing the poetry course. No idea what I’m going to write about this week… it was so much easier in the last poetry course I took, because we had exercises. They were a great way to break through the terror of The Empty Page, and often we ended up with unexpected treasures.
Also I think back then I actually had a life. It gave me something to write about.
Posted by Fionnaigh at January 23, 2005 05:59 PM | TrackBack