The communal utopia with my housemates didn’t last long. If only we’d known about this place…
- Every week, a member of generation rent writes about her dreams of property ownership
I was touched that Alex and Ginnie, my flatmates at the time, didn’t ask me to move out when I lost my job. With no savings to speak of, and the pair not convinced my collection of Happy Meal toys from 1994 was worth thousands, there were no guarantees I’d make next month’s rent. Instead, we hatched a plan to bring down everyone’s rent by letting the living room.
“Living rooms are so 2006,” Ginnie said. “These days, everyone is doing versatile, multipurpose spaces. I’m sure I read that in Vogue. Or maybe I saw it on Panorama.”
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