Instead of a simple transfer of rent, I now have to phyically hand over serious amounts of cash when I arrive.
I much preferred the simple impersonality of not having to handle or even acknowledge the money except as numbers on a page.
The crisp, coloured paper that could buy so many other essential things will be prized out of my grip so that I may have a roof over my head for a few months.
The promise of a shared abode with my beau almost counters the grief at having to let go of the wad. Almost.