It’s my first time living out of home. It’s an interesting experience and journey that I have been on for the last six months. It’s amazing how different your priorities are when you live out of home. When I was still living with my parents, all the money I earned was essentially ‘spending money’. I’ve had to cut back on my spending now as times are dire and I simply can’t afford the upkeep of a frivolous lifestyle.
I had toyed with the idea of renting an apartment but when I saw this unit up for grabs I just had to have it. If I had gone with the apartment option I wouldn’t have been able to bring my dog with me. I know some people are happy to live in apartments with a dog, but I simply could not do that. I’d feel terrible leaving him in an apartment all by himself. At least he can roam around in my unit.
I recently had to call a drain plumber. Melbourne has all these new-build homes, like the one I’m living in, that are all built so quickly from cheap materials. This place, for example, was definitely made with some dodgy pipes. I’m the first person to live here and the pipes in the bathtub seem to be clogged. I use the bathtub once every two weeks to bathe my dog and I’m already seeing the drains clogging.
My parents are trying to say that it’s my fault the drain is gurgling water back to me. They believe the dog hairs have caused a blockage in the pipes but I don’t see how this is possible. I’m washing my dog, not shaving it! Whatever the issue, I’ve arranged for a drain cleaning. Melbourne is the home of a very reputable plumber who I trust to get the job done. Unfortunately for me, this means more expenses. While I’m loving the freedom I’m getting living in my own place, I am not enjoying the money I have to pay. Hopefully, I can get reimbursed by my landlord.
I have a deep fascination with sewers, sewage, drains, pipes and everything related to these things. Ever since I was a little boy (much to my parents’ dismay), I’d throw things down the drain to see how far they’d go. On more than a few occasions I also tried to climb down the stormwater drains at the front of my house so that I could go to the sewers below. I didn’t realise at the time that my fascination with the drains would extend well beyond childhood and into adulthood.