“When I moved back to Edinburgh I didn’t have much cash or the luxury of time when looking for a flat. So, when I moved into a tenement flat infested with mice and no need to sign a lease, I didn’t pay too much attention to the alarm bells going off in my mind. The people I was moving in with were lovely and welcomed me into their friendship circle. A few weeks after moving in I woke up from an afternoon nap to find my landlord standing over me. I. Freaked. Out. He, on the other hand, remained relatively calm and told me that the flat was in such a state he considered chucking all of us on the street right then. Things settled down and we agreed a moving date. It shouldn’t have been much of a surprise when I came back from a double shift at the restaurant to find most of our belongings in a heap at the bottom of the stairwell. Nice.”
Carrie, 19 April 2017
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