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