Aoife Rooney: It’s much easier to reach for independence when mum and dad are just a phone call away

I woke up last Saturday morning to a leak in my apartment. I sauntered into my living room to see dampness stretched across several feet on the ceiling above me, coming down the walls and even in the floor. I stood waiting for a few moments to see if the ceiling would collapse in on me, giving me a sweet release to this new-found adult responsibility of having to deal with my problems.

No such luck. Water, the fickle mistress that she is and natural-born enemy to plasterboard, managed to sneak her way into places she has no business being. Namely my ceilings, walls and floors.



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