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i hate looking for places to live. and i'm rubbish at it as well. reasons why i've rejected perfectly nice rooms include: coldplay on the stereo, possible flatmate wearing a baseball cap (not one of them hipster ones which are perched just so on the head so as to have enough room for an apple underneath, though that would be reasonable cause also), brown colour scheme in bathroom, (giant motherfucking) rats at nearest station - this would be dalston kingland for any fellow rodent-phobics, too many kids hanging around outside, etc etc. i don't ring ads which sound great because of bad spelling, or use of 2 for to etc. i skipped an appointment after just looking at the outside of what i am sure was a very nice flat yesterday because there were these beautiful houses on the other side of the road and i would've been jealous of the people in them everytime i looked out the window. i suppose this is the easy bit - having to lug all my belongings out of the flat is another matter entirely. at least i have free internet and telephone calls to sort these things out with. after this - the great job hunt begins!!! actually, i've just been told that a permanent position is being advertised where i used to work (notoriously difficult to find in research) so that could be an idea, as it means i would be able to study for my masters as well. but its available before my contract ends, must try and figure out a way to sort this, hmmm.