Sep 08, 2011 21:35
I am a little bit behind on my updates here.
Been getting back home very late two days in a row now, and mostly spent the rest of those nights fighting Skype so haven't had time for my poor little Livejournal.
Anyway...
Day before yesterday, Tuesday, I went to view a room just outside of Uppsala.
It was an old lady who had a spare room and she felt so sorry for all the homeless students. She sounded sort of old on the phone.
That's nothing compared to what she looked like. She looked ancient. For real.
The whole flat was smelly (that very specific "old people" smell, extreme case) and there was stuff piled up everywhere. She had one of those special toilet seats made for the old and disabled. The room was, in fairness, pretty big but the size was instantly negated by the horrible wallpaper and the smell.
Also, she seemed confused and a little bit crazy. Really couldn't see myself moving in there.
She called me the following day to ask if I wanted to move in. I kindly declined, lied and and said that I was so sorry but I'd already found a room....
flats