Bad weekend, I had stuff to do (my dad needs help with his house, and Ive got work I need to finish because the yanks dont sleep) but my mother had floating plans for the whole break.
We ended up doing nothing, and I got snippy with her the one time she suggested doing something concrete.
Tuesday rolled around and things cooled down once we were back to regular schedules.
I count myself fortunate to have somehow avoided ridiculous rents/rent increases, terrible landlords and bad housemates, eventually getting on the housing ladder in my late 30s. Too many people especially in the home countries/London aren’t nearly as lucky. Even offered help by my parents but wanted to do it myself
Bad weekend, I had stuff to do (my dad needs help with his house, and Ive got work I need to finish because the yanks dont sleep) but my mother had floating plans for the whole break.
We ended up doing nothing, and I got snippy with her the one time she suggested doing something concrete.
Tuesday rolled around and things cooled down once we were back to regular schedules.
Christ I need my own place
Same in my case. Living back with parents, after having lived independently, is annoying.
I count myself fortunate to have somehow avoided ridiculous rents/rent increases, terrible landlords and bad housemates, eventually getting on the housing ladder in my late 30s. Too many people especially in the home countries/London aren’t nearly as lucky. Even offered help by my parents but wanted to do it myself