I’m moving again. WTF? I know. I have only lived in this place for 2 months, how can I already be moving again??? Well, I currently live with my friend from England and her husband. They are much older than me and could more or less be considered my parents (if they had me pretty young). When I moved in with them I knew it would be temporary, I just didn’t know how temporary. They were taking a risk by letting me in and changing up their stable, married and more or less unchanged lives. They were doing me a big favor by saving me from living with Laila anymore.
I was worried about living with them because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship or inconvenience their lives at all. I knew they would have to accomodate to me somewhat and I hated to think that by me being there they’d have to change the way that they’ve lived for the past 10 years. But I did it, knowing these things.
Things were going pretty well but I could tell there were some things that were going to be hard for them to get used to. Being young and single means I go out every night of the weekend and come back at dawn. No matter how hard I try to enter quietly, their dogs always hear me and always bark, waking them up and then I feel like an ass. I could just not go out but then what is the point of living?
There were other small things that I could tell were bothering them and there were things that I couldn’t tell were bothering them until they told me. They always let me know if there was even a small issue with something. I really respect them for that.
So anyway, when I got back from Peru they basically told me that this wasn’t working out for them and that I could live there until I found another place. I was hoping I could ride it out until I left for the states in November but I understood that they really just wanted their old life back. And in reality, I need a space of my own.
All week I have been looking for places. It came down to an apartment for 900 pesos a month, without furniture, a fridge…nothin. I’d also have to pay a security deposit and find someone to be my “guarantor” so that if I didn’t pay the rent, they would. The apartment was sweet as hell and it would be all mine. It was right around the corner from the house I was living in now so I’d only have to move a minute away, without using a car.
The other option was living in a pretty cool pension. It was co-ed, the woman who owns it was really nice and laid back and didn’t have any “no boys” rules or hours to use the kitchen or anything. My life would be pretty free there. The price was 560 pesos per month and it came with furniture (but no mattress).
In the end the deciding factor was that I don’t want to spend double the money for only 3 months of living alone when I’d have to find all of the furniture, plates and all that little stuff that you need to set up an apartment. If I weren’t going back to the states I would have probably chosen the apartment. With the crisis and the staggered jobs that come in for me throughout the months I couldn’t risk it by taking on an apartment that I can’t really afford. So on Saturday I move into the pension. The only visible things that I can see that will suck about this pension is that there is no heater and I can’t bring one in and the shower is nothing to call home about. Other than that we’ll see. It’s only for 3 months. Hopefully it won’t suck too hard.