Life is never boring in this place.
Not only have I slept in around 8 or 9 different beds (not with people) since being here, I have applied for places to rent as well, but not having much luck.
The latest in this saga is a studio apartment that I was hoping to share with a guy down the road from work. It wasn’t a huge place, but he was only going to charge $300 and it was literally 200 metres down the road. I was looking forward to basing myself somewhere
Apparently now his sister is going to be taking the space, which in theory is fine. I mean family comes before some random bloke you met through email. I’m a bit pissed that he took so long to tell me. (I was supposed to move in 2 weeks ago) I told him this on email last night.
He apologised and blah blah, but said that we should meet up for drinks some time……and maybe more.
I should have known.
I think I did know.
And no, there’s nothing wrong with that.
But maybe it’s good that I didn’t move in.