Not according to prior plans (which is unfortunate because I was very much looking forward to living with Spanna and hey who knows, I might still end up in a place with her some time) I am not moving out with Analise – at least not straight away/this time. I am moving out with Isobelle. Ana has of course an open invite and a reserved spot on the sofa-bed.
Yes the place is small. Too small for three. It’s pretty much a glorified granny flat behind Iz’s sister’s house, but: it’s cheap, it’s new, the bedrooms are actually bigger than where I currently hermit, we don’t have to deal with real estate agents, a bond etc. and we can move in pretty well straight away.
Why wait three weeks or so? Well, Iz is off to Tassie, I have a youth camp and we’ve both got orientation stuff at uni (okay one day) and all that starting up, so that’s simply the way it works best.
It’s a bit bizarre thinking about all. I’ve been talking out getting out for years.
If you have a spare:
- Wireless Router
- Coffee Table
- Other stuff
lying around, and it’s not made of asbestos give me a yell.
Alternatively, shoot me an email.