My boyfriend and I are new to Melbourne’s rental market and have quickly learned it’s bloody terrifying.
Budgeting! Misleading photographs of (actually tiny) rooms! Inspections! Competition! Applications! Repeated failure! Bouts of depression!
We’re up against le cream of le crop at every place we visit – I’m talking doctors with a decade of FLAWLESS rental history who probably volunteer at baby animal shelters in their spare time.
And then there’s us – the 22 year olds who have nothing to show real estate agents other than our parents’ glowing recommendations and wanky academic transcripts.