Househunting

Now, when you decide to go to university, something that usually comes up is the question of your living arrangements. Fans of my previous blogs (both of you) will know that in my first year, I shared a flat with two Azerbaijani cousins who studied hard and never went out. This meant that my social status started off at (-2) instead of the usual (0). Bummer.

However, for my second year, I am sharing a flat with three people that I know and relatively trust. That's as good as it gets with me. We all decided this whilst incredibly drunk at a club that I hate. Possible forboding for my year there. Obviously, we needed to first find a place to live. Here is the tale of that very search.

So yeah. Aberdeen is a town with a well known university and very much a student town, so there must be a load of student flats available. WRONG. At least, at the beginning. We searched all the websites we could, yet couldn't get a viewing fast enough to make a proper offer in before some twats took it by offering £300 over the asking price as that's their hourly pocket money. It became difficult and we decided to wait until the summer to look for this flat. Considering that people were splitting their groups and adding people on just to get a flat, this was silly and arrogant to assume we would have no problems.

We had a few problems. Firstly, two of my new flatmates live abroad, making it very hard for them to just come to Aberdeen for a flat viewing. The thing is, most landlords like the viewing to mainly meet potential clients and see if they would be willing to let them live in this house. They won't just let anybody in. This is how we lost three houses. One of them we had three of us primed to show up, one had an exam so was exempt. Only two turned up as one had fallen asleep. He need sto go fuck himself as he causes problems later as well.

Secondly, I was unwilling to pay more rent than I needed to. Why pay for July and August's rent when I'm not living there? In the end, I paid August's. Minor victory. I take what I can get.

We eventually got a place as my best friend seemed to wow the landlord at the viewing, so this came with a lot of forms to fill in. They needed to be in on a deadline. I think one of us made that deadline. We're pathetic.

Anyway, forms are boring, they were eventually filled in and deposits were paid. Let's get to the moving. Much more hilarious writing experience (maybe).

Yeah, old flat and neu-flat were five minutes away walking. So why not take everything by hand, eh? Despite the rain and that everything was a lot heavier than I thought, there was no reason. So I cut my hand open, hurt my back and my knees and gave up on life before the landlord's mother gave me a lift to carry stuff (and she carried some plates). It was a painful experience that I cannot fully communicate as I cannot be asked.