When I moved to Prague, I wasn’t even 18 yet. The first few months I stayed at an apartment provided by the university but it was only for short-term rental. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to survive mentally with a flatmate, so I was searching for an affordable apartment that I could afford to rent on my own.
I found a listing online for an apartment that was not big but it wasn’t small either, with a lovely view of the city of Prague, and a small balcony. I called the agency and scheduled a viewing. When I went there, the rental agent warned me that probably I would find the neighborhood too rough to live in. I could see why he would say that and I appreciated his honesty, but that apartment was the only one I could afford.