Still I have a few things I'd like to waffle about (sorry to those who thought this might be a delish waffle recipe, thanks for visiting! I'll make waffles soon I promise).
If you're not having a grumpy day, like me, I'd suggest clicking off! Everybody likes a good whinge now and then!
I am just fed up with the renting situation in London. Bear with me, when I try to write my thoughts I tend to veer off on several tangents and lose my point completely. We'll most likely be discussing something baking-based by the end of this and I will have forgotten my goal entirely.
So, i'm now in my mid-twenties working a dream-but-sadly temp-to-perm fashion house job (praying for it to become permanent some time before 2020), I went to a good school, got good grades.. ok so school wasn't for me so they weren't ridiculously good-but this is because I was creative and they didn't offer fashion as a subject, and I think I knew I wanted to work in fashion from the day I came into this world sneering at the boring uniform required to be worn by my nurse.
Post school, I went into career overdrive, I took on internship after internship, seven in total. SEVEN, I lost money, I never got payed and sometimes, I didn't even manage a conversation with someone in the company I was working for. That's fine, that's fashion, we've all been there and if you can't hack it, or you think there's something unfair about it, then it's not for you. It's for love, for your creative sanitys sake that you work in fashion (though sometimes it feels entirely insane).
CHARLOTTE YOU ARE VEERING OFF HERE!
GET TO THE POINT!
The point is, I'm not living off the state, I'm not up the duff applying for a free house (tempting though it seems in this climate) I'm trying to do things right, to be proud of myself, and not feel a failure by not being able to start my own little life.
I love London, I love everything about it, the different cultures, the architecture, the food, the bars, the parks, the galleries, and the people. It's great. Except it is SO impossible to afford to live there. I'm a young British girl, with parents who have done well for themselves and worked hard-but who have done enough for me now, at 25 I don't want to take any more help from them. I want to start my life in a small one bedroom flat in a safe area, and be able to afford to feed myself and travel to and from work on my wages. This should be possible!!!! But it isn't, I am having to go back to my parents and relinquish my independance in order just to afford to exist in the capital. Never mind the fact i'm eating into the play money they have worked hard over the years for.
Renting a room alone can cost you around £800+ including bills. A ROOM. RENTING A ROOM. We are forced to live with strangers, to rent 1/5th of a house for something like 70% of our paychecks, then with travel and food on-top god forbid you try to enjoy yourself socially. One night out and you're stuffed for the rest of the month, sitting on the sofa watching freeview feeling guilty for attempting to have fun.
Ebay has become my new best friend. In order to supliment my income I sell everything. Literally everything I can, and I really don't think I'm alone in this. I'm not poor, and yes, I do dream of shopping trips and suppers in nice restaurants, but I work my arse off-I should be able to do these things! I feel like the road ahead invovles living to work, not working to live. This isn't some political rant, i'm in no way well enough informed to talk politics and what the government needs to do for it's youth, but if I can say one thing, it needs to do something, because quite simply we can't afford to live here. I know 30 year olds living in shared houses of 4 or 5 mates, and thats all good fun, but seriously, 30 and still needing to split the rent up?
I really feel dispondant and I'm just clueless as to what I can do! I'm struggling to rent-owning is just a hilarious subject matter I don't think I'll ever take seriously!
Is anyone else feeling this way? Or is it just me? Maybe it's just me. Meep!