Getting a place to rent is harder than it used to be.
Rentals in Perth sort-of start at $200 a week for the basics, & house prices seem to launch from about $400k. Tried a couple of places around the $170 mark & faced over 10 competitors each time.
A pity, because some of those were in fairly convenient locations (good transport, shops, accessories like beaches).
They also require fairly lengthy commitments, which only sort-of fits with the idea of eluding the trap which has been established for me should I try to do anything real or useful in personal social terms.
Said trap could only be eluded by sacrificing the one remaining past component which I place any value at all on.
To say that “this hurts” would be a massive understatement, but by itself it outweighs any of the extensive personal erosion (yes, even the plethora of lies told to & about me) I’ve suffered in recent years — except one particular (non-malicious intent, for a change) alteration which completely outweighs the whole lot in aspects I’ve never before experienced. Never.
While I’m grateful for the exposed personal depth, the joy of my life [“joia,” italiano borrowed as “la gioia” from francais] would be to have that stunning breach in my life-space reassembled, which would also go an immense distance towards restoring my health & vitality.