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When I was a kid, our family were one of the few who rented. Our first two moves were moving to something bigger, 2 to 3 bedrooms, and then 3 to 3+ a study. We had to leave the 3rd home because it was being sold. Our 4th home was smaller than the third, but it had a nice big back yard. Then, within a year the landlord subdivided. No more backyard, and the construction of the new house messed up some wiring in ours so some outlets and lights never worked again and were never fixed. Then we were kicked out within a short timeframe and couldn’t find anything in time and lived with my grandad in his tiny 2 bedroom home. All of these houses were cold and damp, and we weren’t allowed to change anything. The last house I lived in with my parents was no different. I moved out of home, and within the next five years, that house and two after it were all sold. During that time my parents had separated, and after the last house sold my Mum couldn’t find somewhere that was willing to rent to a single mother with 4 children at home. So they moved back to my grandads and rented a caravan. I noticed that my experience renting as young professional couple was markedly different to that of my young parents with several children who didn’t earn much. From the late 90s they were prevented from living in any of the nice rentals and forced to accept the worst ones that were consistently sold out from underneath them. I sometimes wonder what that level of stress and insecurity has done to their health and the length of their lifespans.

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