Luke Kirkness' laundry living layout. Photo / Luke Kirkness
OPINION
I slept in a Pāpāmoa laundry for more than two months.
Falling asleep with the jarring smell of laundry detergent and other soaps filling your nostrils was far from a pleasant experience.
Each night, I would hunker my 6ft 5in carcass down on a mattress between a washing machine,cupboards, a sink and shelving on the floor of my friend's washhouse.
There was no bed base, and given my large body mass I'd sink through the poor excuse of a mattress on to the hard floor below.
You might be thinking to yourself: 'Luke, why didn't you just sleep in the lounge?'
And I probably could have, but I like my own space and having a bedroom as the living room and the entrance to the flat didn't float my boat. It was better than the tent I slept in for the first week.
The only reason I was living there was that I got offered a roof over my head because I couldn't find a place after moving to Tauranga to work amid the housing crisis.
My new flatmates and I tried for weeks to find somewhere to live but the rental market was too hectic, full of business people, families and single parents. We barely stood a chance.
However, we finally got there and moved into our new place on Saturday and it's glorious. No more sleeping in the laundry.
That's the extent of the housing crisis in the Bay of Plenty, especially in Tauranga.
While the Bay of Plenty, including Tauranga, Rotorua and outlying towns, is a postcard wonderland, full of white sandy beaches, magnificent lakes and expansive forests, there is another image emerging that is less flattering.
The aforementioned housing crisis, with seemingly no end in sight as the population increases faster than houses can be made.