When you’re twenty, becoming thirty is a milestone you see in the distant horizon. You think you will have sorted everything out by the time you get there. Once you turn thirty, you realise it’s not so different from when you were in your twenties. You still have short-term jobs, but the jobs on the side have now become occasional projects.
You’re unsure how much money will be left over at the end of the month, because your study grant has disappeared and your standard of living has changed in the meantime. And accommodation continues to be a problem. You earn too much for social rental programmes and, despite being connected to the city as a young, working professional, your situation is not prioritised. You are unable to rent in the open sector and, ten years after graduating, it is still difficult to find legal and affordable accommodation.
So it’s a miracle that I have been able to find such a fantastic place, although I have had to make concessions by going to live in Utrecht instead of my dear Amsterdam, where I actually work. But rental prices in Utrecht are also exorbitant, even if you’re in a well-paid job.