All rooms have been taken.
This means I now have the shitty task of finding somewhere to live in the private sector. I really did not want to do this. The whole idea of living in halls for the first year was so that I could enjoy campus life. So that I could make friends with people on the same floor as me. You know, stuff like that. I was really looking forward to doing it all. And now I won't have that. Instead, I now have to find some place to rent within the next three or four weeks before my course starts.
The email also says that there is a house hunting day this Saturday which will give students the chance to view properties together. I'm planning on going to it. Maybe I'll be able to find somewhere with a few people.
This also means that my student loan will undoubtedly be used up quicker too, since there aren't many private accommodations that offer bills are part of the rent. Having said that, maybe my bills wouldn't be that high anyway.
It also means that I'll be sharing a house with people. This isn't something I wanted to do. At least not this year anyway. I wanted to just ease into the whole communal thing. A room in halls would have given me that chance. I realise that I'd still have my own private bedroom in a house, but it's not the same as having one in halls.
I've been trying to search for companies that are offering student accommodation in Chester. There aren't that many. They all seem to have already been taken. In addition, there aren't that many companies that actually do offer accommodation in Chester. So, this means I'll have to go with a private landlord.
There is a second option, though. Possibly. If I didn't get accommodation at Chester, the idea was that my Mum/Gary would buy a place in Chester and I'd live there and they'd rent the other rooms out to other students. But really, this idea was meant for the second year of my course after I'd already found some friends who wanted to get a house together. I don't think it'd work in the first year, since everyone will have already found somewhere to live.
I'm panicing now. I have less than a month to figure out where I'm going to live. I thought it was all going to be easy. It was supposed to be easy.
My only one consollation is that if I can't find a place to live in Chester, I could possibly commute all the way from Kirkby each day. But that would take me an over an hour each day and obviously that would mean even less socialising. This would be an absolute last resort.
I text my Mum telling her I don't have a place. She asked me to call her, but I don't want to. Instead, I asked her to meet me in town tomorrow to discuss it. She said she'd let me know.
I asked her to meet me in town tomorrow because all of a sudden, I'm meeting someone. Her name is Stacie. It's not a date, but I do like her. We're just meeting up and spending some time together, after which I want to meet my Mum and talk about what the fuck I'm going to do about Uni.
I was so relaxed about Uni. There was no nervousness at all. I was 100% looking forward to going. I didn't have one issue about leaving Kirkby. But now I do. I'm really disappointed that I won't get the chance to live in halls.
The only upside I can see about finding a place to live now is that it's then out of the way and I'll have already sorted a place out instead of doing it all next year. It also means I won't need a place to live in Liverpool when I'm on my end of term breaks, since I'll just end up living in Chester all year round.
This year was going so well until this month. I felt like my life was getting back on track. It was actually going somewhere. I didn't have much to be unhappy about. And now, after losing Oogee, having a crap relationship with Hannah and not having a place in halls, it feels like this golden year is very quickly tarnishing.
