Well, after a brief foray of living at my parents, I’ve finally gotten my own place again.
Finally…. Well, that’s a bit of a fallacy. After seeing the Welfare Board and registering for a flat, I was told there was at least a six month waiting list. I was ready for this, I was getting settled in with my folks, and I had 10mb Internet and magical parent cupboards. Apart from not being able to smoke or shag, it was a cushy number*.