My New Flat

Dear Diary,

Welly-welly-well… I moved to my new flat last night. I transferred all my stuff bag-by-bag, slung over my shoulder until finally the last load broke my back and fatigue set in. I couldn’t lift another bag. I probably should have got a taxi from the start, filled it up and moved everything in one shot, but apparently I am suffering culture shock and one of my symptoms is being unable to perform simple tasks like problem solving. I’m also very cheap and have noticed that I get micro anxiety attacks watching taximeters increase in price.

My adventure did not end once I got everything into the apartment, which was around 2:00 am. I had a big surprise waiting for me. I made my bed, brushed my teeth and turned on the lights when it happened: pop – the light bulbs above my bedroom burst sending shards of glass all over my freshly made bed. I didn’t climb into bed until about 3:00 am, quickly falling asleep when I got another big surprise. My new flat is located 30 meters from a primary school, which starts the morning with exercises at 8:30 sharp. Imagine stadium speakers blaring full blast playing a scratchy record from the 50s and a master of ceremonies, I suspect it’s the principle, screaming at the top of his lungs: 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3. Now I understand why most people scream in 🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫🀫– they’ve been deafened by primary school. It was one of the most violent awakenings I’ve ever experienced. 

I rang the agent who rented me the flat and asked why he didn’t mention the school? He laughed and hung up.

Besides the insanity it’s a comfortable space. I’ll send some pics when I’ve settled in.