When I first moved down to Edinburgh from the Highlands I was all set. I had a my degree course chosen (photography) and my university accommodation sorted. Just at the time I moved away from home my parents filed for divorce. Our relationship broke down. Things started falling apart for me, so by the time it came to me applying for my second year of uni I was partying too much and hadn’t found a place to stay. I ended up moving in with a bunch of strangers in a completely new part of town with no support network. When I dropped out of uni, I found a job and thought I was sorted. I was wrong. After a fortnight my landlord gave us 30 days notice so he could sell the flat. I had no more money for a deposit and I was totally stuck. I didn’t think I’d be homeless for 6 weeks.
That first night I couch surfed at a pal’s. The second I spent at a late showing of The Big Lebowski at a small cinema. After that I bounced between the 24 hr computer lab at the university, pubs and late night venues. I’d stay in those places until 3, 4, 5am, then wander around town till my shift started at 6.30am. The only way I was able to get money together for a deposit was my mum. We reconciled our relationship and she bailed me out big time. My troubles weren’t over just because I had a roof over my head and a job though. I was anxious all the time, depressed and starting to get reprimands at work because I was making mistakes in my permanently exhausted state.
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