My bad credit history made apartment searching in Toronto a nightmare
We switched 25 in January. Until recently, I’ve been coping with my parents, sheltered through the realities of Toronto’s costly housing industry. But striking 25 made me understand, “ Oh, shit, I’m really a grownup.”
And grownups aren’t likely to live due to their parents, right?
It had been time and energy to get my personal spot. I became sick and tired of commuting halfway over the town from Scarborough to make it to work and cutting my nights away quick to be able to trek home. (more…)