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The Bittersweet Taste of Freedom

I think it would be fair to say that everyones experience of moving out of home for the first time is completely different. Some will spend three weeks in a damp and dingy five bedroom flat only to run out of money, sick of the taste of two minute noodles, and sprint back to the comfort of a warm fireplace and mums home-cooked meals.  1,439 more words


Not a moment to breathe!

Ugh! This week has been one of those weeks where all I want to do is drink a box of beer and sleep for ten years. 159 more words



With the birth of this blog and the hope that people out there may actually stumble across it one day, I am venturing to outline a wee bit on my flat situation and what the deal is with food. 223 more words


530. Shared accommodation

Claudia and her three friends all shared accommodation in a rickety old house that they rented for a song. They were students. Claudia attended the Nanny School. 131 more words


Living the Student Life: Tips

Despite the fact that I’m nearly starting my third year of university, it wasn’t until a few months ago that I was able to experience the ‘real’ student life… 1,444 more words


there are three t's in FrTTaTa

m hazey. M A to the Hizzal.

last night I cooked my first flat dinner. It was a FREE ta taaa.

I didn’t cook it in it a saucepan. 161 more words


Leaving Home

Moving out of my well-meaning but over-bearing parents’ home was always something I’d dreamt of. My fantasy was simple. No screaming matches over the standard of my room’s cleanliness, no black and white morals shoved down my throat, and a life where I made my own rules. 971 more words