1. When people share a kitchen/ bathroom and don't clean up after them selves, worse still when nobody comes clean about the mess.🍳 2. The constant fear of damage to any of the furnishings would risk losing the deposit, and you ultimately in debt.📉 3. Other tenants accumulating their gear in the communal areas so as to mark their territory, they behave like they own the place.😐 4. Having to rely on the punctuality and service of the landlord/ agency if any thing goes wrong. Even they can take the piss.📴 5. Sharing with strangers can be petrifying. Always being paranoid that your food and laundry are going to get looted, is an anxiety that weighs awkwardly on your conscience. Unnecessary small-talk in and around the property is always a bit of a 'drag.'👜 6. Cleaning duties are stricter because its not in your name to trash the place. Some fair wear and tear policies get pushed to the limit. 🔨 7. Some tenants never actually meet or become familiari

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