I'm Coming UP, I Want The World To Know...

Lodging update: I have moved upstairs; no more bunk bed for me! I am very excited about this. I came upstairs and want you and the world to know that I am now residing on the top (third) floor of the share house I have been living in. Before (as you may recall) I was on the top bunk in a room with three other people and a rinky-dink closet. Now, for only $20 more per week, I have my very own twin bed in a room with an actual closet, mirror, television, lamp, bulletin board, drawers, rug and air conditioner and one one other roomie. What a deal, huh? (Either that, or I was really getting ripped-off before). This is definitely the best room in the house and I got lucky to be in it. 

But my ending up in this room also stirred up a little drama in the house, which I never intended. See, Stephan had been living in my now-room with Norman, my now-roommate. It was a known fact around the house that he was scheduled to return to Europe in the end of September and that his bed would be up for grabs among others in the house. And Stephan wasn't the only house mate leaving; five others were also departing from the house around the same time. Knowing this, I told my landlord Christine that I would like to move out of the bunk bed room and into another when one of these bed became available. She said of course. At the same time, Norman had told Christine that he wanted to be able to pick someone from the house to move into the room with him when Stephan left. She said "of course" to him too. I simply told Norm that I wanted to move out of the bunk bed room and that if he would have me I would be happy to move up with him if no one else wanted to. I was well aware that others had been in the house longer than I had and that they might want to move into the king suit. Time passed, and then Norman called me one day to tell me that he had talked to Christine and told her I was moving up with him. Apparently, the Italians weren't too happy about this and expressed their displeasure with Christine. They had been in the house much longer than I, and believed the room was rightly theirs. Understandable. I for one didn't care which bed I had, as long as it wasn't the one I had been sleeping on for the past 4 weeks. I told Norm they could take it, but he insisted that it was mine. At no point had they said a single word to either him or Christine about taking Steph's bed after he left; I did. And so here I am, lounging on my new bed in my new room in complete peace and quiet. I do understand the Italian's frustration, however, and I hope that dynamics in the house don't change as a result of this. 

Speaking of changing dynamics, the other three females who were living in this house moved out leaving me as the sole female of the pad. I am the Queen Bee! And as Queen Bee I am entitled to the best room in the house, right? I always wanted to have brothers and now I have six. 

My New Room & Bed: 

 Next step: get some wall decorations!

Not sure if the TV actually works...I think only if you connect it to a DVD player. 

The stairs I have to walk up to get to my room. They are pretty steep and would make for quite a painful fall. Let's hope I can avoid that disaster.