After weeks of living out of my suitcase, I’ve finally unpacked all of my stuff into my very own room. I can’t begin to tell you what an exhilarating feeling that was for me. On Saturday we received a call from the landlord’s intermediary (programmed in Kelly’s phone as “The Devil”) saying that we could move in Sunday. Fantastic. Happy faces. Sunday morning we get a call saying we can’t move in after all–no checks allowed, cash only. Just great. Curse intermediary devil woman. Sunday evening we get a call saying we can move in–check is okay. We pack our bags and get over there before The Devil can call us back and change her mind.
Archive for September, 2005
Everyone needs friends in their lives, but sometimes you need friends in your lives. I just can’t say what I would have done if I hadn’t had my friend, Jim, here in London to help me out over the past few weeks. He offered to let me stay with him and his family when I first came until Kelly came over, which was amazing and I appreciated it so much. Then it was off to the hostel with Kelly, sharing one bathroom with the entire building-full of girls, having to endure watching East Enders while some Australian couple slobbered all over each other in a corner, and being kept up at night because of the stench wafting upwards from the piss-drunk old man who staggered in from the pub at 3 in the morning. However bad it may have been, it was our home. And then we were told there were no beds for us and we had to vacate because a bus-load of Dutch school kids were moving into the place. No jobs, no house, no hostel vacancies for less than 25 pounds a night each…we were up the creek. Then, lo and behold, Jim sends word that we can come back to his. So back to Wimbledon I went, and oh so glad was I for that.