Young people are as desperate as ever to flee the nest, but more and more are trapped by the housing market When I reflect on my misspent youth, which I try not to do too often because I’m not into disaster movies, it’s possible to see that at one point in young adulthood there was a bizarre starburst of energy. This was me heading off for the big city – to be precise, a room in a derelict London squat. Every time someone sneezed, a chunk of ceiling fell down, which continued to be the case in various squats (free) and housing association accommodation (dirt cheap). Looking back, I’m astonished at my determination. Then again, perhaps it was more about desperation. At the risk of sounding all hippy, I needed to be free.
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