Guess what I did today?

I went and looked at an appartment, I did.

I came home from feeding the animals and said to myself, I said “I gotta do this”. So I got out one of those many letters I received. Most of them have phone numbers for the person currently living in the appartment. So I called and asked if I could drop by and check out the place. “Sure, when?”. “In half an hour, if that’s okay”. “Sure”. When I finally act, I act quick.

All the letters I got were basically for two types of appartments. One type was 3/4 rooms and expensive. Too expensive. So I have weeded those out. The rest were 1 room appartments. I really was looking for a 2 room appartment. My brother has a 1 room appartment and it’s tiny and cramped and not nice at all. But the ones I’ve been offered are “big 1 roomers”. So that’s what I really had to find out, if they were big enough for my needs.

And the conclusion? I think they are. It looked pretty decent. I’m thinking of saying yes to it. I wouldn’t be guaranteed to get it, but being 6th on the waiting list gives me a really good chance.

Opinions are somewhat divided in the family, though. My dad thinks I should take it. My mother doesn’t think I should get a place so soon, not until I get my retirement. I can see the sense in that. All my calculations about rent etc have been made with the figures I’ll get from retirement. I was thinking of using some of the money in my savings account if I needed to cover some of the rent until then. My mother doesn’t think that’s a good idea, she thinks that should all go to furniture and downpayment and all that. She’s probably right. I should probably wait. But.. that would be to the end of the year, earliest. I don’t want to wait that long. I don’t want to live at home for another 6 months. If I say yes to this then I could (potentially) be living on my own in 1 month. That’s what I want, really. But is it smart? I’m not 100% sure to get retirement. And who knows when I’ll get it? And who knows what appartments will be available when I do?

Anyone care to offer opinions or advice? I have to answer on Monday the latest, so there is just enough time to influence my choice if you care to dare. Take it or leave it.

It was quite scary to call the guy. I make it sound like it was a spontaneous decision, but I had actually done a little research the night before. I had looked up some of the phone numbers on the web. The guy I ended up calling had a myspace musician page, which I thought was quite cool. And he was friendly and helpful. I was deadnervous, but tried to ask some practical questions. It went alright. All I really needed was to get an impression of the size of the place. Only one room, but there was a sort of alcove thing so it was almost split into two. A little seperation between the sleeping space and the living room. That’s good. I asked him about the neighbourhood, you hear so much about all the trouble in those places. He said there had been some trouble in the past but not anymore. It was pretty quiet. There was actually a little kindergarten in the appartment next door, which had scared him at first. But he said there was no noise from it. The insulation is pretty good, so you don’t hear your neighbours. That’s good. It’s been one of my worries about living in an appartment block like that. Having people all around you, that freaks me out. But his place was at ground floor so at least no people below.

Picture:

There behind the trees, that’s the appartment block. With lots of blocks around it. By Danish standards it is a “ghetto” area. It’s close to City Vest, though. A huge shopping center with lots of different stores and supermarkets. And the bus stop is practically right outside the front door which would be handy for going downtown or taking the bus to the playground. It’s close enough that I can bike there, though, so that’s good too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don’t know. I don’t know. Shouldn’t I or shon’t I. It is scary too, putting it off is tempting. Wait and hope for something better. But I need to get out of this house too.

I don’t know, I don’t know. Maybe I should just say yes to his appartment and then wait and see. Maybe I won’t get it, then the decision will be forced upon me. I don’t even know if I’m allowed to say yes to multiple appartments. There are 4 of those one room appartments. Two of them on ground floor, I was thinking of saying yes to both of those and then turning down the two others. I gotta look at their website and see what the rules are. What if I say yes to both and get both, then they’ll probably get mad and shout at me and try to cut off my fingers for revenge. Or maybe I’ll just get to pick the one I want and the other one will be given to the next on the list. I don’t know.

Being an adult is such hard work.

But I’m not going to think about it anymore tonight. Instead here are some animals to take my mind off things.

Feeding time. Chickens on the left, bunnies on the right.

And the geesers. The geeselings were squeaking and squawking and making a fuss. I’m not sure if they were being defensive or if they were excited for the food.

The lambs, gorging on a bucket full of human entrails. That’s the only way to pacify them and keep them from hunting down kids.

Who is that with her head in a bucket? Could it be Vanilje, the bucketeer? I think so. Maybe I should start calling her Mrs Bucket. Pronounced “bouquet” of course.

And then resting. It’s a tough life, being a goat.

Fin.

The assault on my mailbox continues.

I got another 5-6 letters today with more appartments on offer. Just more of the same though, the same neighbourhood. Still haven’t had a closer look at them. I have a feeling that I will probably have to turn them all down though. There seem to be two categories: too expensive or too small. But maybe the closer look will reveal more potential. I hope. My mother said today that maybe it would be better for me to wait until I know for sure that I’ll get my retirement before I say yes to any houses. I guess that is sensible. But it’s almost certain that I’ll get the retirement. And I’m worried that if I turn these down then I’ll have to wait two years before anything else becomes available. I don’t wanna wait, as the theme song to Dawson’s Creek goes.

Do you remember back when I started at TMU I talked about how I helped a woman who couldn’t figure out the bus situation out there? I met her today. On my way home from the playground. Her doctor’s consultation is in Bispehaven, the big appartment blocks behind the playground. So that was why she was in the neighbourhood. She was very upset. Her regular doctor was on sickleave because of back problems and apparently the replacement doctor wasn’t very good. Some private stuff that I can’t write about of course, but she was very unhappy, she couldn’t get some of her medication and she was worried that the replacement doc wouldn’t agree with the TMU recommendation (she’s supposed to get disability retirement too). She walked with me for a while back towards where I lived and we talked. Well, she did most of the talking and I just mostly agreed with the things she said and tried to be supportive. Then I told her that she should contact her social worker and get help with the whole thing. I didn’t know what other advice to give. TMU is closed for the summer now, so they can’t help. But hopefully her social worker can. She’s a very nice woman, and she’s been through some very tough things. I hope it will all work out for her.

Some pictures from the playground now.

The geeselings are getting giantic (sic). When I got too close the parents went into that defensive position and started honking. And then the geeselings all started squeaking and squawking too. I think they will grow up to be very formidable geesers.

Eee I love the little wings in midflap.

I wonder if the playground will keep them when they’re fully grown. I’m not sure if there’s room enough for five fully grown geesers. T’would be quite a magnificent hunting party. No kid would be safe from having their bottoms snapped.

Magnethe, leaning on me. I am always there with a shoulder to lean on.

And there the vicious lambs. Taking a break from their blood frenzy. But just look at them. You can see it in their eyes, how they are getting ready to hunt me down. Aye, there is nothing more dangerous than a lamb once it has gotten the taste of human blood. Beware the pain and suffering they bring.

Too much?

So, quite a coincidence today. Not long after I passingly mentioned that my parents weren’t married here in the blog, I overhear my mother asking my dad if they’re going to go to the mayor’s office and get a marriage license thing. How about that. I don’t think my dad is especially keen on it, but it seems like he’s going along with it. So they might end up married after all. Without the wedding hoohaah, but I still think it counts as legally married? Does that mean I’ll no longer be a bastard?

I mean, apart from my personality of course.