The Big Bad Bitch is Gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It only took a month or two of awkward silences and passive aggressive manuevers to get our way....well those in addition to a legal document giving a 30 day eviction notice. The terrible dirtbag, finally gave in, and moved on. With the help of 5 trips in a moving truck, I came home to a new flat. A quieter, cleaner, hostility free home!
Of course the empty room, only meant we were in store for a flood of potentials. A sea full of characters filled the flat: The Turkish guy who tested the faucets, flushed the toilet, and stayed way past his welcome, The Morrocan man with two translators in toe, made sure his love of clubbing and women was passed on in his broken english, while measuring space for an extra bed in his room. The Chinese interpreter, who said next to nothing. The polite Spanish boy who seemed shy but sweet. The French girl who sat and chatting, promising wine and some homecooked meals. Those in addition to about 10 others made our place feel like a whore-house....a less entertaining whore-house, of course!
Sal and I debated, well Sal debated, my pick was clear: The French girl. Maybe its because I have a soft spot for anyone who recently moved to London, someone who doesn't have a base of friends, or maybe its because I will be slowly losing my London buddies to their home countries...but I liked her, she seemed like someone I could be friends with.
And after a week, it is pretty clear, our flat is now feeling like a home. We spent Friday, eating, drinking, and watching movies together. It seemed only fitting to invite them both out on Saturday and to my surprise they came. Unsurprisingly, we had a great time! I'm liking the new flat, we all chat, eat, and things are becoming more shared. Thank god, the bad witch is out,....it made room for a good one.....
It only took a month or two of awkward silences and passive aggressive manuevers to get our way....well those in addition to a legal document giving a 30 day eviction notice. The terrible dirtbag, finally gave in, and moved on. With the help of 5 trips in a moving truck, I came home to a new flat. A quieter, cleaner, hostility free home!
Of course the empty room, only meant we were in store for a flood of potentials. A sea full of characters filled the flat: The Turkish guy who tested the faucets, flushed the toilet, and stayed way past his welcome, The Morrocan man with two translators in toe, made sure his love of clubbing and women was passed on in his broken english, while measuring space for an extra bed in his room. The Chinese interpreter, who said next to nothing. The polite Spanish boy who seemed shy but sweet. The French girl who sat and chatting, promising wine and some homecooked meals. Those in addition to about 10 others made our place feel like a whore-house....a less entertaining whore-house, of course!
Sal and I debated, well Sal debated, my pick was clear: The French girl. Maybe its because I have a soft spot for anyone who recently moved to London, someone who doesn't have a base of friends, or maybe its because I will be slowly losing my London buddies to their home countries...but I liked her, she seemed like someone I could be friends with.
And after a week, it is pretty clear, our flat is now feeling like a home. We spent Friday, eating, drinking, and watching movies together. It seemed only fitting to invite them both out on Saturday and to my surprise they came. Unsurprisingly, we had a great time! I'm liking the new flat, we all chat, eat, and things are becoming more shared. Thank god, the bad witch is out,....it made room for a good one.....
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment