You know shit’s Not so great when your first thought on waking up is I can’t wait to get home again so I can nap

London Housing Gothic

wrappedupinabook:

  • you’re searching for something in your price range. You’ve forgotten what your price range is. You’re not sure you ever had a price range. 
  • This property has one bedroom and three bathrooms. This one is somehow all kitchen. The counter tops are granite.
  •  You ask about somewhere with good transport links to central. The estate agent’s laugh is coarse and guttural.
  • ‘Seeking a young professional’, you are too young, and not professional enough. 
  • You need to contact Geoff, so he can set you up an appointment with Stephen, so he can let Leo know that you want to speak with Geoff. 
  • No Pets. No Smoking. No Loud Noises. No Cooking. No clothing in shades of green. 
  • This house was listed as having a garden, but every time you open the door that should lead to it, you find yourself in the front hall again.  
  • You pull out your phone to see if there is good reception. It displays a strange symbol you’ve never seen before, and grows very cold. 
  • This flat has a cast iron bath tub. That is where you are to sleep. 
  • You join a facebook group for house mates. You join another. Soon you cannot log on without a stream of notifications. None of them are about house mates. 
  • You think you saw this house on the news. You think a grisly murder happened here weeks ago. You do not care. It has skylights and a new fridge freezer.
  • You shouldn’t have bought all that Avocado toast, they laugh. 

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