Tuesday, September 08, 2009

No job, no flat=loser

Sadness. Alex's friend with the wonderful room just told me that she's giving her apartment to her friend. Now I actually have to make an effort to find a place and, oh, guess what? I have to move by next Tuesday. How did that sneak up on me like that? So no wonderful flat, no wonderful job. Yet. I shan't give up hope just yet, right? Sad, though.

I'm a little bit panicked, but I have to keep reminding myself that I won't be homeless. I have friends with couches. Where I'll store my 10 boxes of stuff, I don't know, but I'll figure it out if worst comes to worst. Which it won't. I'm sure.

1 comment:

  1. Kusems, if worse does come to worst, your 10 boxes will come very much in handy for making a shelter in an alley. Is it called an alley in Britain? Or is it something wacky like "dimway"?

    It doesn't matter. You can just start calling it "home."