I hope you’re okay! I assume you’re living alone?

I’m more than ok! Thank you though. I live with three housemates in the most run down house you’ve ever seen and even so the rent is still more than half my Centrelink income. But the wonderful people in my life won’t let me go without whether I like it or not.

It’s just humiliating to say those things to myself, after three years of being very proud of how I manage my money and never needing to ask for anything. I had a serious brainstorm of how to best manage my $5.28 for the next fortnight: I’d ask my parents for dog food, buy milk, go without eggs, cycle absolutely everywhere, eat only what I have left in the house (and I only have abundant food in the house because of wonderful friends).

I mentioned my budget for the fortnight while on the phone to my Dad and the next time he saw me he handed me $60 without saying anything. I had intended to pay him back, but when I said so this evening, Mum told me not to be ridiculous. Dad said he wanted to be able to say he’d supported my law degree. I wanted to be able to say I had never needed nor asked for support. I realised that accepting the $60 was a better compromise.

But the idea of being judged for being in this position in the first place, by people who have never been in this position, touches a nerve.

And I would really, really like a haircut.

Harbin has nothing on this.

andwhenithappens:

sprinkledwords replied to your post: Stop looking at places you can’t afford, Caitlin.

If you can afford + BE ACCEPTED basically anywhere other than a house that is about to be knocked down, I will weep salty jealous tears.

I’m not even looking seriously! Just pottering around, sounding things out. Do you have mega house issues AGAIN? Srsly, you deserve a deceased estate falling into your lap right about now, or SOMEthing good!

Ps tonight at work the security guard told me this story. A friend of his was wandering down the street one day, saw a deceased estate thing, decided to go in and look. Bought it. Was in the garage one day when he realised it was smaller than it should’ve been. Checked out the floor plan. Someone had put in a false wall. Knocked down the false wall. HEAPS OLD EXCELLENT CONDITION JAGUAR. The deceased dude had no family, so he got to keep it!

That’s what should happen to you. 

Anyone going to Groovin’ the Moo?

I ♥ having a housemate from Bendigo.

I may be wrong, but I think I’m currently listening to my housemates argue about which little piggy went to market.

Have I said “best housemates ever” yet?

Are you… Are you talking to your biscuit?

—

Welsh guy my housemate just picked up from the airport.

He couldn’t see Ziggy.

sockpoppet replied to your post: The Housemate Saga

“inexplicable anxiety”? I started twitching just reading this. Holy crap.

thingswedidntseecoming replied to your post: The Housemate Saga

Wow. It all makes sense! What fuckheads. Glad you’ve found better housemates now xx

e-i-b replied to your post: The Housemate Saga

holy shit that is absolutely craaaaazy!!! I’m glad your current housemates are much better.

Tumblr people are the best people. Thanks guys.

At least it makes for a good (albeit long) story. :)

i read your story. i am glad i live at home with mooma and moopa. ALSO, glad those douchebags aren’t in your life anymore.

I am also glad.