We talk about housing a lot in Australia. Whether you are a homeowner, an aspiring homeowner, a lowly lifelong renter like me or a person who the government is happy to let fall through the cracks, you will hear about it.

There’s interest rates, negative gearing and the struggle between development and nimbys who not only want to buy the ladder and pull it up behind them, but also make sure no other ladders are made available in the surrounding areas.

For my entire life, I have lived in rental properties. As a fully grown adult, I now live in Sydney, where the conditions of rentals, and the prices for those conditions, should be enough to put a boomer off their non-avocado breakfast. You try to live normally, but you know at any moment it could all be yanked out from under you. You could get a random call that your entire share house needs to move out because your landlord’s son failed as a DJ in London and needs to come home to sulk. Or you could get excited when the owner has decided to fix all the things you’ve been asking for for three years, only to discover they are doing it in order to sell.

Housing and access to it is a serious problem, but I want to talk about one of the tiny........

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