Eh dear,,, part 3
For all that I've said tonight, I must state that making it on your own and living with housemates you don't already know has a lot to be said for it. Before I went to Uni I had a bedsit, and a lot of weird neighbours, a very violent neighbourhood, but it made me stronger. At Uni I had many strange housemates, but I stil had a brilliant time, got an excellent degree and wouldn't change it for the world.

And in my house now, the same place where I had the experiences with the chav and the skitz, well, lesson learned, if anyone like that moves in here again I reserve the right to shoot the landlord. The housemates I have now couldn't be better, there's two English (including me), one Zimbabwean and a Polish guy but we're all professionals, we all get on, we all have similar interests and we all go out together. I've got an internet connection in my room which I wouldn't have if not for my housemates, and due to the nature of our different professions we can all give each other advice and always have something to talk about. For example I can give financial advice (such is my job) to the rest of the guys if they need. And the area in Leeds where I live is ok- it's close to the city, there's all the amenities you need, and even despite (perhaps because of) the area's reputation, on a good sunny day in the local park you'll see people from not just the UK but Africa, the Caribbean, South America, Eastern Europe, Asia, and Russia. So it's not all bad. Especially when some of the girls you meet could get away with calling Maria Sharapova ugly. Hell yeah...

But please, never live with a chav

And never live with a schizophrenic

Best of luck, happy Easter!!!
(fourplusone, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 0:52, Reply)