I maybe own a flat. My dad is here, from Perth, with 70K in his back pocket, and yesterday our offer on a flat in Commercial Road, was accepted. It is just near the bestboys, and up the road from Beck, the markets, and all the pho in the world, and across the road from a heritage-listed Primary School, with a great big oval for the Captain to run across, and even better - with a great big balcony of its own. I am pretty much pleased, but there are some issues yet to overcome - i.e. finance, and confirmation of the balcony permit. The agent is Mr. and Mrs. Dodgy. Shiny little bloke who my dad is convinced scammed us up to 186 when we should've paid 180.
I don't even care about that! 6K. Phht. whatEVER.
My repayments will be about 600, less than rent. I am happy with that, but ohmigod the next 2 months! I haven't even told my flatmate I MIGHT be noving out, never mind 2 months and I'm gone, see ya later. She won't be happy. No, no, no. Neither will the landlord. especially as I'm A MONTH BEHIND IN THE RENT.
So. Chillax, me. And aim for steady payments from now until eternity.
Party on Saturday. My house.
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