Just like Mitch-a-Palooza in “Old School,” I’m thinking I’ll throw one of those big bashes, with Snoop-a-loop and all, when I…MOVE! Ok, maybe that wouldn’t go over so well with the new roomies, but I am happy to announce that I am indeed moving on June 1.
In the past, I have, maybe in a roundabout way, described my current situation as less than ideal, and when the cleaning police arrested me yet again for something so insignificant, I decided to post bail and make a run for it, down the quad and through the gymnasium (ok, no more Old School references, I promise). In all seriousness, I am looking forward to a new apartment, seemingly chill roomies and an overall fresh living situation.
The new place is in my same neighborhood, but an even better, more central location. My room has a large window in it (hurray) and there is a terrace for sunbathing or just getting some fresh air. More so, I hopefully won’t be walking on egg shells every time I do anything in it, wondering what violation I will receive and what surprise will be awaiting me when I get home. Both roomies are from Catalonia, one being a doctor and the other a psychologist, so combined with an English teacher from America, it’s quite the mixed group.
The funny thing, and not so funny thing, is that when I moved here, I had two suitcases. Even if I do some “spring cleaning” with what I have accumulated, there is no way I can pack it all up and move with just two suitcases. Now that I have towels, an air bed, more books/DVD’s, bathroom stuff, food, etc. it will be interesting to see how I will manage to move it all. I guess it’s just another small challenge in the big adventure I am living-bring it on!
I will add photos of the new place once I have them…