All the places I’ll never live: a five-bed with mixer taps

I dream of such bathroom comforts as the mixer tap and, if I’m really lucky, underfloor heating

• Every week, a member of generation rent writes about her dreams of property ownership

The first room I rented was my university dorm: six paces long, and three across, with a single bed, a desk, washbasin and wardrobe. It felt gigantic. It was bigger than my room at Mum’s, and offered such luxuries as not smashing your face on the wall if you rolled over too energetically, and not having to sit disconcertingly close to guests on the bed in lieu of seating. But it was also the gateway to a new universe.

Here my life was going to change. At that desk I’d lose myself in the literary greats. Far from the prying eyes of the Asian aunties and uncles of my neighbourhood, I would exercise poor judgment, near daily.

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