Crazier than a Coconut

Dear Diary,

I think I’ve lost it – gone crazier than a coconut. My boss tells me it’s culture shock, but I think it’s claustrophobia and my apartment is to blame. 

My place is so small and there’s always traffic, lots and lots of traffic, eight layers of highways, all out my window, always moving, never stopping. I get totally anxious looking out the window. Then I pace back and forth with nowhere to go, because my apartment is so small.

I have been looking for a new place and think I found one. There’s lots of room and it’s only about $60 more a month than what I pay now. It is not a high-rise and I can walk ten full strides in the living room. It’s also close to the school. Did I mention it is not high-rise?

The only problem is that I’ll lose the deposit on my current apartment if I leave now. I am going to try and work something out with a guy from work who needs a place for a month. He has agreed to move in, but just for a month. 

And I am sick of dealing with my landlord. Everything is breaking and he is making me pay for it! An old tap in the shower snapped, it’s apparently my fault so he made me pay for it. Then the clothes washer jammed and I had to dish out the dosh for the repairs. OMG…

Anyways, I’m off to the local synagogue to see how 🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫 Shabbats. 

Have a good night.