You know when you dream about having your own place? Well, I dreamed about it all my life and when I finally had some money for a deposit, I went ahead and made a deal for 30 years with the bank.
And then the dream became a nightmare. It is absolutely impossible to live here. I’ve decorated it as I wished but I cant enjoy it. The former owner forgot to mention the noisy neighbors. Yes, that’s my issue: noisy neighbors.
It may seem minor, but picture this:
- I get back home super tired and I cannot sleep, because one of the neighbors decide to simply yell at their husband;
- In the weekend, I cannot sleep until late because, well that’s not up to me;
- Although it is not my fault, I feel ashamed in having people coming over, because I don’t want them to know how I live.
But this is far from life. Im constantly hating my life and I feel trapped. The flat is bought through a Government program and I cannot sell it.
I just need some money to put the deposit for a new flat, get a new loan and pay for 2 homes, one of them I will never live in afterwards.