I'm officially moved into my new piso! Turns out lugging the non-rolling items was a LOT harder than the rolling suitcase. Definitely a chore, aaaand my stupid apartment building door is "complicated" to open. Apparently you have to put the key in like part way but not all the way or something...Some old guy tried to show me but I still haven't been able to figure it out. Makes me pretty nervous.
When I brought my second load of crap over, Ben, my English housemate was home. He was really nice, too. I was hoping to drop my shit off and then take a nap, but Leah came over shortly after moving in because she was also having key issues and couldn't get into her apartment. It was kind of a fiasco, especially since her phone died at the same time that she was having issues. Eventually her landlord told her to knock on some guy's door and he managed to coax it open and show her how to open it, which was also "complicated." At this point it was already pretty late, so I came home and tried to take a power nap, but I was unable to and then we had to go to the cocktail party. We hadn't eaten all day, since we were told the party would be a dinner, but when we arrived we discovered it was just drinks and hors d'oeuvre. And the only veggie options were cheese and almonds. Needless to say, my two glasses of wine were a lot more potent than they should have been on a full stomach. Oh, we also got to have little mini-deserts.
Afterwards, we had kind of planned on going out, but I was exhausted. Leah and I went in search of food and found some pretty decent Chinese. She had still planned on going out, but everyone was going to Mae West, which is ten euros, far away, and strict on clothing. Not the kind of place you wanna go to when you're sleepy and not 100% you're going to get in. We ended up coming back to my piso, where Lucas, my other housemate (he's not old!) watched this goofy movie about an alien called Paul with us. It was really funny, cause it was dubbed in Spanish. It's always weird to see actors with British accents and then hear Spanish... Leah ended up staying over, since it was late and walking alone is creepy. Even earlier, when we were walking home after eating, a few people bugged us.
This morning I unpacked, which felt nice. I also discovered how extremely tiny my shower is. It's miniscule, seriously. I don't know how I'm going to manage to shave my legs in there... Being here is kind of weird and for some reason I'm more homesick than I have been so far. Maybe because the last month has been so fun and relaxed and I've been surrounded by reminders of California. Being here means that real life is starting, I guess. It's more permanent, more isolated. My housemates are nice, but I definitely feel a little weird and lonely. This is what my room likes like for now:
When I brought my second load of crap over, Ben, my English housemate was home. He was really nice, too. I was hoping to drop my shit off and then take a nap, but Leah came over shortly after moving in because she was also having key issues and couldn't get into her apartment. It was kind of a fiasco, especially since her phone died at the same time that she was having issues. Eventually her landlord told her to knock on some guy's door and he managed to coax it open and show her how to open it, which was also "complicated." At this point it was already pretty late, so I came home and tried to take a power nap, but I was unable to and then we had to go to the cocktail party. We hadn't eaten all day, since we were told the party would be a dinner, but when we arrived we discovered it was just drinks and hors d'oeuvre. And the only veggie options were cheese and almonds. Needless to say, my two glasses of wine were a lot more potent than they should have been on a full stomach. Oh, we also got to have little mini-deserts.
Afterwards, we had kind of planned on going out, but I was exhausted. Leah and I went in search of food and found some pretty decent Chinese. She had still planned on going out, but everyone was going to Mae West, which is ten euros, far away, and strict on clothing. Not the kind of place you wanna go to when you're sleepy and not 100% you're going to get in. We ended up coming back to my piso, where Lucas, my other housemate (he's not old!) watched this goofy movie about an alien called Paul with us. It was really funny, cause it was dubbed in Spanish. It's always weird to see actors with British accents and then hear Spanish... Leah ended up staying over, since it was late and walking alone is creepy. Even earlier, when we were walking home after eating, a few people bugged us.
This morning I unpacked, which felt nice. I also discovered how extremely tiny my shower is. It's miniscule, seriously. I don't know how I'm going to manage to shave my legs in there... Being here is kind of weird and for some reason I'm more homesick than I have been so far. Maybe because the last month has been so fun and relaxed and I've been surrounded by reminders of California. Being here means that real life is starting, I guess. It's more permanent, more isolated. My housemates are nice, but I definitely feel a little weird and lonely. This is what my room likes like for now:
At least, what my room looks like when I sit in it and pose like a goofball. That picture frame came with the room. I put a Polaroid of Casey and Mishka in it, but the photo's a little small so it looks kinda ghetto. I really wanna put up my other photos and maybe other things that aren't purple, but I'm not sure if I can use tacks or anything. I suppose I should just buy some tape, soon. It's hard to be motivated to get out of the house because I'm not too familiar with the surrounding area yet and I don't have people to accompany me. I did go grocery shopping, and it was actually a pretty awkward experience, because I tried to pay with my card, had it denied, realized I didn't have enough cash and had to un-buy a few things in order to pay. At least I have some eggs, some bread, some pasta, etc. I even found Tabasco! I'm more of a Sriracha person, but since I've seen zero hot sauce here, I decided to go for it. Hopefully I'll go get some tape, maybe a few candles and notebooks for school after siesta...
Oh! I almost forgot! Yesterday was Friday, so Casey got some chocolate coins. I'm actually pretty jealous, 'cause I was gonna buy some chocolate at the store today, but ended up not because of the grocery store fiasco.
In other news, my Internet is pretty fucking slow here, and Skype is throwing all kinds of tantrums. I think I need to take a nap. Ugh.
hey Tressa this is Maddy! I didn't know your specialty in Literature was creative writing, even though I'm a psych major at Davis I love writing fiction and I've taken all the creative writing workshops Davis has to offer :) we should trade stories or something, I don't have any writing buddies over here and I'd really like to read your work! I love your expression in the picture for this entry, priceless :D
ReplyDelete<3 I'm so glad you're doing this blog! Makes you feel not so far away. Skype soon?
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