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This post is a bit different than the usual fare here so hopefully it still fits. I found a children's book that covers general “rental issues” in a funny and pro-social way and thought that folks might be interested. The novel is set in NYC and shows the human side of the rental relationship while dispelling tropes and building empathy for both the landlord and the tenant family. I would especially recommend the book to anyone with kids renting a basement or floor of their house out (so many are now due to crazy rates!) as it provides a positive viewpoint and “explanations” for some of the little annoyances or foibles that we all face when living in close quarters (noises, cooking smells etc.).
The book is called The Vanderbeekers of 141st Street by Karina Yan Glaser and is available for about $10 online. I am in no way associated with the book but did just finish reading it with my 9 year old who now wants the entire series.

This post is a bit different than the usual fare here so hopefully it still fits. I found a children's book that covers general “rental issues” in a funny and pro-social way and thought that folks might be interested. The novel is set in NYC and shows the human side of the rental relationship while dispelling tropes and building empathy for both the landlord and the tenant family. I would especially recommend the book to anyone with kids renting a basement or floor of their house out (so many are now due to crazy rates!) as it provides a positive viewpoint and “explanations” for some of the little annoyances or foibles that we all face when living in close quarters (noises, cooking smells etc.).
The book is called The Vanderbeekers of 141st Street by Karina Yan Glaser and is available for about $10 online. I am in no way associated with the book but did just finish reading it with my 9 year old who now wants the entire series.

Hey all,
So let me start by saying my dreams are exhausting. There is always a different plot to the dream, sometimes is a continuation, like it picks up where it left off type thing.
That's pretty standard as far as i can tell. But whats really crazy is that for years, ever since i can remember, i have been dreaming of another world. It started small with my Memas old double wide, and gradually increased in size. I do not have control of my dreams but i consistently recognize my surroundings and remember there is a whole world attached to whatever part im in and i can teleport myself just by thinking of that place (again its unintentional). Now its so huge i have to map it in parts in the waking world.
In the north there is a desert city (think the first Assasins creed type city. In the city alongside the giant cliff wall in the back is a temple that goes deep into the earth and is filled with many creatures i have to fight to get past.
In the east is the coast, and the ruins of what was once a massive city, now its a shelled out crumbling place that is still at war even now. In the west is another coast, with a beach cabana resort, a giant dock, and the beginning of some cliffs where a group of bandit like individuals camp out that i run into when im flying around as a dragon.
In the south is a great forest with the tallest trees imaginable, and in the middle is a small hamlet village thing with small people inhabiting it (think gnomes or dwarfs)
In the center is the city, and surrounding it is jagged mountains and steep green valleys where many floating homes are clinging to the sides of the mountains. In the city is a historic downtown, with antique stores, bars, restaurants, a giant hotel skyscraper, many many tall buildings i dont yet know the purpose of. There is a mall, a school, a cemetary. There is country areas with big sprawling properties with cattle and horses. There is a giant park in the middle that i guess is a wildlife refuge cause there's gators in water. Etc etc etc
I keep discovering new places, like an apartment i apparently live in with roomates i apparently dont like, and and haunted mansion that i cant resist, that has many hidden rooms and passages. And to top it all off, a lot of the time i am fighting for my life, running from danger or attempting to rescue my friends/loved ones from whatever horror vists me at night. Sometimes ill even have dreams where i start on my world, and i get on my giant rubber duck float and feel the force of leaving the atmosphere, and the gut drops when i zoom into other planets to look at them from the sky. They have cities and spaceships and the colors are insane. This has regularly become a part of my nightly experience.
What is happening to me? Im really considering signing up for a sleep study, i can never get true rest anymore. I wake up drenched in sweat and exhausted because it feels SO REAL. Does anyone else experience this? Does anyone have any explanation or am i just going crazy?
I posted this elsewhere and got one reply that did really help me get it under control for a bit... but now? Its getting REAL concise. Im talking i had a dream yesterday that i was there and gathering my friends together at my dream apt so we coukd find out why things were messing up and dying/breaking down. Then last night, we go to the south, past the village deep into the mountainous woods and we decide to go down that giant sinkhole in there. Turns out theres a frigging UNDERCITY this whole time and we met the dude in charge. He stole one of my friends and cast the rest of us away in a tunnel of fire at first, and it turned into this bluish green tube and next thing i know im alone, my physical body is on the shore and im stranded in the water trying to get back to it on the boatdock side of the map.
Tldr: I have vivid dreams that exhaust me and I think im going crazy but its been way to concise for me to just drop it

Hey friends, going to spend the week in Puerto Rico working from down there, just bought a ticket last night for $36, what a steal! Pro tip, you have to wait until its after midnight your time and then you can get a flight in two days, ie. Friday night at 12:05am you can buy tickets for all of Sunday even Sunday night.
Have any of you guys been? Any tips? Im a pretty low budget traveler so I don't like taxis or resorts or anything, I like to keep my costs really low so I can keep going to all these exotic locations my Go Wild pass will get me to. Let me know if you have tips on this beautiful island. I love beaches so thats first and foremost, scooter rentals, boat rides, I need to find a way to get over to that island with wild horses and pink sand! If anyone wants to meet up and have a beer I have amazing stories, ha ha, just my last trip to Costa Rica in April was fuckin wild:
https://www.reddit.com/gowildfrontiecomments/142szz3/trip_report_using_my_go_wild_pass_to_get_to_costa/

I’ve seen puffins in Ireland but actually didn’t see a single one this past week, I did see a fox though. That snipe bird makes a crazy sound. Between Google , Reddit, getting advice from 2 amigos who’ve been ithere, I did put a lot of research into it. Recent itinerary/ opinion -not too detailed: June 3 - land in Keflavik - buy whiskey at the airport, blue rental car, lunch, blue lagoon (don’t miss “story time”! Also wear an old bathing suit my black board shorts don’t look the same now nbd), then drive to Reyk June 4 -Reyk - to west coast peninsula. Bjarnafoss waterfall- note that if you want to hike to the top, you’re gonna have to scramble a bit. Gorge , Londrangar, Dritvik Beach, Sker Restaurant - note get a reservation in advance - we couldn’t eat here. Stayed in Rif June 5 - not many breakfast options out there fyi , quick pics at Kirkjufellsfoss then 3 hour drive to Thingvellir Park- we took a more scenic route to see some different country side but the down side was it was a bout :30 minutes on gravel road. I did the free dive at the Silfra fissure, amazing , highly recommend. Thing National park , 2 hours at Thing National Park, walking along the board walk was nice but looking back I’d say , you don’t need to walk the whole thing. Laugarvatn Fontana hot spring , dinner, check in at Farmhouse June 6- Breki, Kerid Crater ,drive to Seljalandsfoss , Skogafoss Waterfall , Reynisfjara Beach _Vik, June 7 - Drive to Diamond Beach 1st, see glaciers in lagoon, lunch then drive to Svartifoss -amazing waterfall but note the hike to it is gonna be a 30 minute uphill walk, at least the walk down was quick. I wanted to see the F canyon , just ran out of time… spend night just past Sellfoss - June 8 - Hveradalir Geothermal Area- I really wanted to see it but the weather was lousy and we were both worn out- Lunch in Reyjavik, last shopping- picked up Iceland soccer jersey, phallic museum - get to airport Drop off car by 5:00- 7:50 flight. We will miss the ice cold high quality h2O straight from the tap. Looking back - renting a camper van would have worked fine for us, would of gone to more hot springs as that would check off the need to shower. We found that even with a window open , we were hot in some hotels - the challenge being open the blinds - too bright or close them and no air flow. Einstock white ale is awesome. Used cash 1x at a random spot just to put a buck in a donation box. We saw 1 cop pullover 1 car 1 time, that’s it. The people of Iceland were great! Go chase waterfalls, maybe if I make it back I’ll snowboard and see the northern lights …

1
A man presses his hand against his daughter’s forehead. Hot. Too hot. She needs food, meat to be precise. Her mother works to keep the fire ablaze, the smoke painting the cave roof black with soot. The man’s brother found this cave before he… keep back the tears. No tears. Not here.
This cave is the only refuge for days, unless you wish to brave the snow. His family will not, his daughter won’t make it. But she has to make it. If she fails, he will too. And so he pulls the beast skin taught around him, the woolly barrier all that lies between him and the ice.
Spear in hand, he swears his return to his lover. He promises that their daughter will eat today. One step out of the cave, and the winds already confront him. They laugh at him, taunt him with their wicked cackling. He ignores them. They will not save his daughter, and so they are of no concern to him.
The man tries to hunt, but it’s hard to do when neither prey nor predator are about. They would be crazy to be out in the snow at this time, but the man has no choice. The memories begin to trickle back to him. His brother, laughing. He promised the meat for his niece. He promised his return. Promises broken by the cold.
A call sounds from beyond a hill. The man halts, for he knows that cry. Slowly emerging over the hill, he sees it. He sees the deadly tusks. He sees the powerful trunk and feet. He sees the delicious meat. He will not break his promise.
A roar answers a call. David answers Goliath. The rage against the snow, the grief for his brother, the hope for his daughter. All these things, the man channels into his spear. He releases his grip and the weapon begins its own hunt. He knows his aim is true.
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2
A quick swing of his scythe, and the stalk tumbles. Golden grasses spread out as far as the eye can see, the barn just barely visible in the distance. The farmer can hear his farmhands nearby, their own tools harvesting the hard-earned wheat. He will of course keep some for his family, and the farmhands will receive their share, but the rest he will sell. To whom? He does not care.
The wagon carrying the grown gold makes its way past the now empty fields, and playing children wave to the man at the helm, all the while giving the horses a wide berth. The driver does some quick calculations in his head and smiles, the price he paid for the wheat will be more than paid off by the Lord. Another great profit this year, as long as they can prepare in time.
All through the night, and the next day, and the next again, his family works, even the young one joining in. The kids cheer and holler as the final batch begins to bake, and the man’s wife gives him a proud kiss on the cheek. They’ll make their deadline after all.
Another wagon, this time with guards. The man didn’t even bother watching them depart, he knew that they wouldn't let anything happen to the edible treasure. Slowly making their way up the winding street towards the castle ground, the guards make sure to form a path through the commoners.
Arriving at the grand gate, the wagon halts as its merchandise is investigated. None shall dare steal from the Lord. Except maybe the young soldier, sneaking a single loaf while his superior is distracted. He will feast well tonight.
A feast indeed, though not for him. The dozens chefs work as one, everything must be perfect for tonight, not a single undercooked potato, not even a slightly charred fish. The bread is sliced and split and soaked. It is the foundation upon which the feast (and the chefs’ careers) depend.
The Lord smiles in his seat, his children to his left, advisers to the right, honoured guests at the far end. They all stand, awaiting his blessing, stealing glances at the buffet which their Lord so graciously ordered. He smiles and proclaims the beginning, and the wheat finds its purpose.
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Her majesty will not be disappointed, not with the captain, and not with her crew. They had been sailing for months now, and supplies were beginning to run low. Oh well, the captain thought, suck it up! Her majesty heard tales of this land, and they shall find it for her.
Tempers running high, and shouts ringing out in the night, all screech to a halt, when laughter comes from the crow’s nest. A cry of joy and of celebration. The captain didn’t believe it, she pushed aside her first mate, and raised the spyglass out into the sea. There, on the edge of the horizon, the greeny brown tips of land were visible.
An anchor dropped, and the crew practically tumbled out of their rowboats onto the sand. Landfall at last, her majesty will be so pleased. Most of the crew was ordered to search for edible plants to refill their reserves, while those that remained began boiling salt water. The first mate brought the flag, and they began walking towards a distant hill, the perfect place to claim for their queen.
Along the walk the botanist grew increasingly annoying. How could someone be so obsessed with stupid plants? He insisted on stopping every few minutes so that he could sketch the new findings. The ninth time this happened, the captain drew her cutlass and freed the plant from its stem. The botanist stayed quiet for the rest of the hike.
Finally, the trio crested the hill, and the land splayed out before them. A new land, all for their queen. She will be pleased with them at last. The pole stabbed into the untouched earth, and the flag was raised. The wind was perfect, blowing in from the sea, the flag waved in all its glory, reaching out over the plains.
While watching their feat, the captain felt the pestering botanist tap her shoulder. She reprimanded him, but he seemed distracted from the scolding. He pointed somewhere to the North, and following his finger, the captain saw a few small structures near the trees.
Huts? No it couldn't be. Raising her spyglass again, they came into view. And standing beside them, staring up at her majesty’s flag, where a few figures, confusion abundantly clear on their faces. Oh well. It looks like the captain has some work to do.
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4
Tears fall down her eyes and the nurses run around, trying to stabilise her. Even if she wasn't, she didn't care in that moment. How could she, while the newborn in her arms wailed? She looked up to find the boy’s father shedding his own tears. She was glad knowing that he would protect their son, no matter what.
The boy never took off his mother’s favourite pendant, the one she was wearing that fateful day all those years ago. Even when his younger siblings asked about it, or his new mother, he never let them touch it, not in all of these years. He loved them, he really did, but they could never understand. He wasn’t sure if he could either.
The pendant glistened in the sun, and for the first time in two decades, a hand that wasn’t his own held it. He trusted her like none before. He could fall into her eyes forever, and she could sink into his arms for eternity. Why would anyone give this up, for someone they are yet to know?
More crying, salty tears staining the floor. Finally, the cries of a woman came to an end, and they were replaced by those of a baby. The woman began laughing, for joy filled her heart so fully. As the man looked into his daughter's wondrous eyes, he finally understood.
The girl laughed and played with her friends, half of whom were her cousins. The boring adults sat inside, talking about ‘Will’, whoever that was. She didn’t care, because she wanted to show all her friends and cousins the birthday present she got from her father. The pendant gleamed, dangling from her fist as she held it as high as she could. She would treasure it forever and ever. She swore that no one could ever have it but her.
But time cares not for such things. The boy sat on the stairs outside the venue, rain pattering down beside him as the gas lamps pierced through the darkness. His grandmother told him to hold the pendant close to his heart, it’s silver dulled by the years but nonetheless beautiful. He stilled his nerves and turned to walk back inside. It was his third cousin’s wedding after all, the least he can do is be happy for them.
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5
The man may be annoying, but he is strategic. He stands at the place he knows has the most foot traffic at this time of day, that charming smile plastered on his face. He proclaimed his wisdom to all those who would listen, and many who would not. Horses were a thing of the past, electricity was the new craze.
Turning gears and rumbling motors, oh how wonderful they sounded to him. He would work until he dropped, for his message had to travel far and wide. Was he harassed? Of course he was! That was business! Stupid people who wanted to stick with the beasts and needed some sense knocked into them, and he was more than happy to take charge.
A failed engine or two, that's the price of progress! What, you think the first house didn’t crumble under its own weight? You think the first lightbulb didn’t burn out in mere moments? Innovation demands the tortoise, my friend, not the hare.
After all the hard work of him and his compatriots, the beeping sounds of car horns filled the cobbled street below. Success sounded from the road to his ears, and money into his pockets. A knock on his door spoiled his fun, but he knew it was for the best. His friends were here with more news from far away, broadcast to their home with that one doohickey, what was it called? A radio?
What next was there that they could do? What could they teach their children to do? Perhaps a portable radio? What could be more convenient than that? Ideas were the lifeblood of society after all, one of his many catchphrases. The world was changing, life was getting easier, and the salesman could not be happier.
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6
A dream adrift across a sea of consciousness, not one nor two nor three. A dream shared by many, deep within their hearts. A little girl tucked into bed, singing a song of twinkling stars. An old man looking out his window, and finding the moon staring back. An ambitious teenager wishing to one day visit the sands of Mars.
A dream that began in the distant past, when the ancients gave names to the stars, and wove stories of the planets. A dream that persists to the modern day, as humanity desperately claws at the void, begging for even a single foothold. A dream that will come true in the future.
Humanity knows it will come true, because it simply must. There is no alternative. They look up to the stars and imagine so many wondrous things. They imagine that they are not alone, that there are others out there, waiting for them. These other societies, surely they have been up there far longer than we have.
Surely they have solved all of their feeble problems by now… so why haven’t we? Why do we suffer on the Earth, while they revel in the heavens? Why are our feet on solid ground, while their wings span the stars? It isn’t fair, humanity thinks.
A ship ascends to the edge of space, close enough to reach for the vacuum. Another lands on the moon, but must retreat mere hours later. Years go by. The Earth spins, and the Solar system continues its celestial dance. Rovers landing on other worlds, only to be battered and broken by the elements. Craft flung out into the depths of space, only to be lost to the endless void.
Why is this so hard? Where is everybody? Are they ignoring us? Why are they ignoring us? Why can’t we do this? Why… why… why? It isn’t fair. IT ISN'T FAIR. We deserve this. We need this.
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7
Finally, after yet another monotonous day, I collapse onto my couch. Home sweet home at last. The train was late again, so it almost made me miss the bus, something that happens far more often then I would like. Bags abandoned thoughtlessly near the door, arms sprawled out beside me as I listen to the clock slowly ticking away on the wall, taunting me. Hm... maybe I have enough time tonight. A bottle of water and a bowl of chips beside me, the satisfying sound of a mouse and keyboard connecting fills my headphones. I open up a document already filled with tens of thousands of words, and prepare to add more yet. Fingers dancing across the keys, a new story unravelling onto the digital page in front of me.
First, a story of protection and rage. A father doing whatever it takes to save his daughter, and who will fell behemoths to make sure she is safe. Fueled by fury for a lost brother, his spear conquers the ice and snow. A story of humans unafraid to show our wrath, to bare our teeth and wield our strength.
Second, a story of joy and feasting. A farmer harvesting his well-earned yield, of wheat carried far afield to be kneaded by hard working hands all to be delivered to a grand castle, and placed on the table of a noble's feast. A story of humans embracing their gluttony, and thinking themselves so smart in their creations.
Third, a story of searching and tragedy. An explorer sailing the waters of a sturdy vessel, arriving to new lands with new people to meet, (not that she cares) and staking the banner of her majesty's power in the soil. Spreading and conquering, never satisfied. A story of humans feeding their greed, of claiming what they want, and believing it to have been theirs all along.
Fourth, a story of purpose and love. A mother, holding her first born in her arms. When he grows, his siblings follow suit, and he loves them with all his heart. His mother’s pendant in hand, the cycle continues. Parent to child, child to parent, again and again, as the family grows. A story of humans showing their lust as each generation expands faster and faster.
Fifth, a story of trial and innovation. A salesman displaying the latest device to appear on the market, a newfangled machine that gets you from point A to B. What's next? Something to warm your food for you, to cook for you, to drive for you, to work for you? A story of humans giving into sloth, as their intelligence makes it all so much easier.
Sixth, a story of longing and wonder. A civilization looking up to the stars above, and their minds wander. What could be up there? Who could be up there? Why are they up there, but we are not? We want it. It is our birthright. A story of humans succumbing to envy of those they can’t even prove the existence of… not that that will deter them.
Six ideas for a story, and none that I particularly felt happy with. I did a small draft from each, nothing major, but none of them grasped me. I lean back in my chair, contemplating. I need something... more human. Something that people can relate to, perhaps something they can enjoy reading... wait, that's it! I know just what to do.
My seventh idea is not a single written piece, for the story it tells is too broad, and all too common to be contained within this single page. It is a story of humanity, and triumph.
It is a science fiction work, fantastical, and post-apocalyptic. It is romantic, tragic, comedic, erotic, mysterious and meta. It is all of these, and none of them.
It is a story about humanity’s capacity to conquer fear and tame fury, of embracing joy and delighting in sorrow. It is all of these, and none of them.
Delving into worlds not our own, or perhaps those lurking in glistening shadows. Countless lands, countless critters, countless magics. A world of delving into dungeons, and a world of defying the will of dragons. A world painted across the silver screen, and a world engraved in pitch black ink.
You may be thinking, ‘what on Earth am I talking about?’, and oftentimes the answer lies beyond the planet. This story is told in the clouds of Venus, and the dunes of Mars. Racing through the Sun’s corona, fleeing across Pluto’s heart. A story of discovering friends and foes among the stars, and a story of being forever alone.
When we initiate first contact, they will finally see what comes out of cruel space. We show those who are out there why humans avoid war, and we will show them the nature of predators.
A story where humans control the galaxy.
A story where humans are long gone.
A story where humans dance with death.
These stories, you’ve read them before, haven’t you?
What could be more human, then indulging in our sense of supremacy? Creating propaganda so blatant that we revel in that fact. Delusions of grandeur that we clap and cheer for. Stories where we are simply better.
One which you are reading right now.
But you won’t stop, will you?
Don’t deny it.
I am no better.
I’m the one writing this, afterall.
Indulging in my addiction of creating worlds where we are better.
Where you feel powerful.
Where I feel in control.
Thank you for reading, my dearest sinner.
Oh, and don’t forget the most human sin of all.
One which neither you nor I wish to escape.
Pride

Booked 6 x J from the East Coast US to IBZ a year ago for travel in a couple weeks on the following married segment award itinerary:
6/20 US - MAD overnight, lands at 10:00
6/21 MAD - ALC departing at 12:00
6/21 ALC - IBZ departing at 14:00
Got an email yesterday that my MAD to ALC flight now departs at about 15:55, rendering my itinerary broken.
Looked online and see plenty of Iberia operated MAD to IBZ cash pay flights all day long that should work - easy solution, right? Nope - Iberia’s shitty system and poorly trained reps claim that since this is a married segment award booking they can only rebook all 6 of us on another US to IBZ start to finish itinerary (in Y, as J are all gone) on another day or cancel the entire itinerary. Or I can just do nothing and roll the dice that someone at the airport can fix this day-of.
We have an Airbnb paid for, meeting people, traveling with kids, car rental booked, etc. I can’t just move days without incurring significant costs, have no interest in losing the TATL J segment, and really want to avoid 5+ hour layover at MAD with exhausted kids only to get stuck overnight in ALC. There are options - why can’t I use them?
Not getting us to IBZ on time is going to cost Iberia significantly more money (6 x EU penalty fees, 3 x hotel vouchers, 6-12 unsold seats, etc) than just sticking us on the first MAD - IBZ flight on 6/21. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
Called up and am on my 14th HUCA - first rep had a solution but the call dropped 90% of the way through the process. Never been able to get someone again who was helpful, which has only added to the pain.
Options at this point:
1) Keep calling (no hold times at least)
2) Book a cash pay MAD to IBZ on 6/21 with another airline and just no-show my final two Iberia flights and only bring carry-on luggage
3) Try to sort it out with Iberia at checkin in the US or after landing in Madrid
4) Something else
Adding to the issues were plans to check at least one bag, but requesting a short-check with the agent at departure feels risky.
Feel like I’d be entitled to EU passenger bill of rights compensation which could offset the cash pay price, but worried no-showing the MAD to ALC flight might invalidate this.
Any help is greatly appreciated!

I have a lot of things that I'd like to do, goals I'd like to accomplish and things I'd like to achieve. However my anxiety is interfering when I'd like it not too. For example I thought about taking horse riding lessons because I realised that I had to expand my horizons and try new things but nothing ever came of it whether that was out of fear or something else I don't know. That's not the only plan I've had that's never come to fruition. I've had crazy plans that I've thought about enacting when I was in the middle of a panic attack like the one I had today where I thought about giving notice on my apartment and moving to a new city with nothing but the clothes on my back because living where I'm living now is feeling more and more unbearable and like a nightmare with each passing day and I feel like I need to escape like I need to run tf away and get out of dodge while I still can but at the same time I realize these anxiety fuelled fantasies are just that:fantasies. I fear that if I act out of fear that I will make impulsive, reckless and stupid decisions that will put me through severe hardship. TLDR I fear that if I don't come up with a plan and think things through and come up with a good, sane rational plan and instead act on impulse out of a misguided anxiety or fear that I will make an irreversible blunder and destroy my life.

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I'm looking for a person who I'll transfer my lease to in Little Hall due to a medical reason. It is $ 385 per week for a twin studio (the cheapest option here) and I'd say it's a fairly good value for price considering how crazy the rental market is these days. Little hall is the newest and fairly well run student accommodation at unimelb. You get to enjoy the common areas with nice views and some free coffee and tea bags as well as fun acticities held throughout the year. I'll be vacating the room from 20 June onwards. Also, you have to be a unimelb student to reside in Little Hall. Let me know if you are interested!