So it’s over. Move on! Well, sometimes it’s not that easy. Take me (please). I’m a nice guy — no, I’m a lovely guy, yet after 3 years of happy togetherness, it all fell apart. (I can hear the “awws.”)
Problem is I have no where to go. The rabid mining boom in Western Australia had left not only a housing shortage, but a rental market squeezed harder than a US bank. Then, just as we thought the bubble had burst and the world was heading for economic ruin, things actually improved. Affordable accommodation pretty well meant buying a cardboard box. And it hasn’t improved since — the boom didn’t pop — it merely took a breather.
So here I am, part renting a room from my ex, part couch surfing and part house sitting.