so just as the thread title says im curious what everyones first place was like when they moved out of home.
ive just moved into my first place which is a tiny little bedroom in a share house, nothing fancy but its cheap and clean so who can complain.

It was $40 per month, no air con, no hot water, and a tin roof. It was just round the corner from a pagoda so I got woken up at 5am everyday by monks chanting. I was making about $600 per month teaching English at the time, and things were pretty tough. Fortunately I made a bunch of friends who were as broke as I was, so it didn't feel so bad.

$270 per month but shared with 4 people including me. Originally it was hostel for female university student, but the contract has expired. Located at 4th floor, with 2 rooms and a toilet. Not really spacey but not that small anyway. It's expensive but we had no other choice, you can't rent any decent apartment or house cheaper than that at the heart of Kuala Lumpur. And it's so easy to find decent - tasty food there.

Student dormotory on campus. One floor, eight rooms, seven girls, and me.

Bar was downstairs, beer 1€, free once I joined the barteam. Cafeteria was across the street, classes 5 min down the road.

Best time of my life.

My first apartment was a room in the huge retirement home were I worked (civil service was compulsory at this time for young men who didn't do military service). It was actually the largest room I ever lived in since it was meant for two people, it had two beds and a shower/WC.

My first apartment was a small room in a house (owned by a nurse) when i moved from newcastle to sydney. $140 (Sydney is expensive. i now pay $250/week for a room lol)per week for room and shared facilities. Wasn"t too bad but work was 15minutes walk away and getting home at 1am in morning was a pain in the ***. lol.

Small dorm at the university YMCA in Illinois, I think it was $220/mo. or something like that. I shared the room with two roommates. One was a farmboy and one was a skinny white guy that wanted to be a black rapper. Good times. :p

Strangest place I lived in was a type of dwelling called gosiwon in Seoul. Well I lived in several consecutively, but the first place I lived in was the worst, where I got a room approximately the size of a queen-sized bed (yes, seriously, I could spread out my arms to touch the side walls, and my 6-ft frame was a couple inches longer than the bed which was precisely the length of the room). Base price was $300/mo., but I paid $50/mo. extra to get a room with a tiny window that brought me sweet smells of piss from the alley down below where drunks would take freedom pee-pees.

I think it was around 50m2 apartment, one bedroom and a kitchenet. I hated the area, bad neighborhood, lots of unemployed drunkards in the area. Rented it from my aunt, got it cheaply.

Whan I hooked up with a girlfriend, we later moved to a 89m2, three bedrooms and a proper kitchen, apartment near my new work. One of the reasons for moving (besides being closer to my first proper job) was that my aunt started bitching we were paying too low rent, so I felt sod it then.

Rented, we got the new apartment pretty cheap because we were able to get it from the city, not free market where the prices were soaring. That neighborhood wasn't too good either, my bike was stolen even though it was locked inside the storage room (so apparently it was stolen by someone else in the same house, probably sold it or gave it away further), some new year some grazy teenagers fired a fireworks (rocket) inside the house in the corridor, they ran away when I stormed to the corridor shouting on the top of my lungs, etc.

When we broke up many years later, I first stayed in that same same apartment, but frankly it was far too spacious for me alone, albeit I liked having one room specifically for PC gaming. One of the bedrooms started to fill with all kinds of junk that I wasn't arsed to throw away, and the aparment felt too big to vacuum clean properly and often.

I kinda got fed up being rental and I also felt the city might kick me out at some point because I was living in a cheap and spacious "family apartment" alone, so I decided I need to buy my own flat, no matter what.

So, being in a hurry, I bought and ended up in a tiny 31m2 flat. :D (What I really wanted was a 50m2 with one bedroom and a kitchen, but so did everyone else it seems). But at least it was my "own", for which reason I renovated it quite a bit myself, making the wooden floor anew, taking the old wallpapers out, painting everything... something I wanted to do for my earlier flats too, but wouldn't because they were rented, not bought.

This was supposed to be an interim solution for now until I find a bigger apartment, but still I'm stuck here, I don't feel an urge to get out even though now there are two of us here. We barely manage with this little room, I'm quietly checking the housing market for options but the flats here just cost too much. I guess I could afford them, but it just feels silly to pay that much for them, especially as I am not fully sure I will live here for the rest of my life (in this area, or even this country).


All my childhood I lived in a spacious one-family house, so I find it a bit surprising I accustomed myself to living in small apartments where I hear the grazy lady downstairs laughing alone every night.

Not counting university housing, the first place I had of my own was a split-level two bedroom flat / apartment my wife (well, girlfriend back then) and I rented - for nearly £900 a month! Damn Surrey property prices...

It was nice though - was ground floor so we had a little back garden, and the living room was enormous...

I shared a two-bedroom upstairs apartment, in an old house, with a couple friends from high school. Rent was a whopping $85 per month for each of us back in '86. I got the small bedroom to myself; I explained to my roommates that my whole life I had shared a bedroom with my brother and/or a live-in friend while the other two had their own room their whole lives. No argument from them, and it was nice to finally have a small space to myself.

The whole place was small, except for the larger bedroom. Like a lot of apartment homes, this was a converted single-family dwelling so there were some concessions made in order to fit in the necessary rooms. The most obvious one was the tiny bathroom where you had to lean over a little bit to use the shower since the roof line, and thus the ceiling, intruded into that space.

The location wasn't bad; though not in a nice neighborhood it was close to a couple friends and was generally safe though a bit rundown. The conveniences were fairly close, Mom still lived nearby for when we craved a home-cooked meal, and it was about four miles for me to get to work and about the same for one of the other roommates to get to class.

150 sqm but with truly obsolete equipments, in one of the worst neighbourhoods of the city ( Brussels Southern Station for those who know ) .

One very varge living room ( almost 60 sqm ), 2 bedrooms, 1 dressing, shower, bathroom, kitchen.

the building itself had been quite top of the range back when these surroundings were trendy ( before WWII ), but badly managed since. Had bought it for very little from the liquidation of an estate. Sold it back after 9 years.

initially I just used the largest bedroom, the kitchen and the bathroom. The living room was for a couple of years the largest space I ever used as office ( 60 sqm - 1 desk - 1 pc - 1 chair ) . That was the good thing about living alone

Well, when I first moved out, it was into a cinder block dorm room. And then I got an apartment that was just a slightly larger version of that. Since then, too many to list!

A two-room flat in the middle of Paderborn. Not a bad place by any accounts, but it was a bit weird in that the two rooms were actually on top of each other and connected by stairs!

Well, my first apartment was for my studies so it was rather ugly and small. There was only place for one person, indeed, i had only one room with bed and kitchen in it. The bathroom was shared between all the building.

Mother in law apt, attached to a friend of mine from HS....

I paid 500 a month which to be honest was a lot of money for a full time (HS) student. Which kept me only ever sleeping there, as it meant after school got out at 2pm I'd come home change, leave to go to work. Get home at 11, play video games till late and then wake up and do it again........

I miss that old place.