In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.”
I’ve been spending a lot of time this summer getting my student house up to standard, which has been one of the less interesting things I’ve done this year! Apart from the lack of joy involved in cleaning out a house and paying for the privilege, it’s been kind of icky.
The black liquid that came out of the carpet cleaner after the cleaning had been done showed just how gross it was possible for a carpet to get when it isn’t cleaned properly every year.
Living in a house knowing that I’m only going to be there for the next nine months or so is a weird concept and one, with move in day only a few weeks off, that I still haven’t got used to.
It seems strange to have been ripped away from the safety blanket of college life and to have been dropped into the Real World. Or at least, as close to reality as a sleepy corner of the student quarter of my city can be.
Paying over the odds for a room in a dingy house not too far shows me what a rip off the student life can be, but I have to understand and respect that for now. It isn’t exactly something that I can do anything about, after all! I just have to learn to deal with it. And deal with it I will.
In the meantime, I’ve been in touch with my letting agency a number of times and after snail trails and insects in the kitchen, I put my foot down. There’s renting a property that is probably substandard and then there is being unfair to the students who have little other choice.
I wrote a letter to the landlord, including a specimen insect (who we nicknamed Bob), and some lovely photos of the place. Maybe I’ll show you some time, but more likely you’d rather not see.
Funnily enough, when a man came to have a look at the kitchen this afternoon he advised that he was going to suggest to the landlord a replacement of the flooring in the kitchen and would take a look at the way the back door was sticking as well.
Sometimes it’s only through perseverance that you can get anywhere at all.
At least something is being done I suppose. And there are a few weeks of university vacation left in which I can make the most of being in a house that isn’t intended to milk as much money out of the cash-cow students for a little longer.
And all was well with the world…