nomadic tales
Mom and brother just left for the airport. They got back from the school touring yesterday, picked me and my stuff up from my cousin's apartment and went down to the west village. I'm staying here for a month, and then I'm either going to rent long term, or if they guy actually gets back to us, then my mom's buying an apartment uptown. I'll stay there for the next year and furnish it, and when I'm gone they're going to rent it out. In the meantime, my mom is horrified at this place. She says it's poky, the building's run down, the bathroom's too small (you can pee and wash your face at the same time) the walls are cumbling, the bed is hard and the place is dusty. I don't know, I kinda like it here. It reminds me of my apartment in Paris. I like old places.