The trials of flathunting: #5 in a series of envy

A fellow postgraduate student and now friend of mine found, the day before I arrived here, a gorgeous on George Square; that is, on the square where all of my study takes place, next to the Meadows where everybody plays frisbee and in the middle of town.

I went to two house-parties over the weekend, and both were in stunning flats with giant rooms.

I want my home.

(I think I have one, but it is subject to a few things, and I don't want to bore you with the details nor raise my own hopes too much.)