I have beside me a stack of papers that I will courier to the Department of Housing later on today. It is an application for public housing. If successful, I will be on a waiting list for my own residence. And judging by the incompetence of the Department and the inconsiderate greed of the average Australian, there's a good chance I'll be able to pick up a little one-person residence somewhere around Newcastle.
Here's hoping it all goes well. Knowing my luck, I'll be chucked at the end of a 10 year waiting list. But hey, it's a shot at something, somewhere, sometime.
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