I am going to sign up for all the Daft alerts I can, I’m going to get a dozen references and I’m going to have a deposit locked and loaded, ready to go. Rental market, you have met your match.
Okay, so there are only 11 properties that match my price range in the entire city. Er, that wasn’t in the script.
After spending time flicking through €750 per month flats that have beds situated right next to the ovens, you find yourself wondering, “Is this all that’s available?”
You might even feel tempted to call Joe Duffy.
Upon finding a nice, affordable flat that you actually really, really like!
When you read the small print and realise you would be sharing a room (or, God help us, a bed) with someone else.
WHY WON’T ANYONE RESPOND TO MY MESSAGES? HAVE THEY LOOKED ME UP ON FACEBOOK? SHOULD I REMOVE THAT PHOTO OF ME MESSING IN A SHOPPING TROLLEY?
Is that… the toilet… next to the window?
I’m going to have to live with my parents again and field questions from my aunties about what I’m doing with life, aren’t I?
OKAY FINE, I’LL LIVE IN A GRANNY FLAT IF NEEDS BE.
When you hear about that person from secondary school who inexplicably has their own mortgage now like a real adult. HOW?????
11. And finally… relief
When something *finally* comes through.