We got a place. A really dinky place about 15 minutes’ walk from BU. Think Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment from Sex and the City, only the walls are painted primary colours and have random messages scrawled on them. We’re subletting from a thoroughly charming couple who don’t mind that we’re only here four months. They’re 24 fans and have a dog called Kiefer. And a cat called Goo. They’re fabulous.
Anyway. I am not allowed to give out about the Americas ever again. I tried the Ghirardelli chocolate like Renee suggested and it’s yummy. We bought flip flops and hats in the local sports shop and they gave us a free baseball. Even the hostel is seeming less like we’re going to be sold to be tortured at any moment. It’s all good.
Huzzah! Redan lägenhet, grattis Eimear!
It sounds really cool, even with the unwanted wall messages and all. Though Personally I could live in a shoebox in the middle of the road (yes, dig the python reference) – man, am I tired of staying with my parents!
Glad to see America is welcoming y’all.
“I tried the Ghirardelli chocolate like Renee suggested and it’s yummy.”
Yay! It’s really too good. I try to avoid too much of it.
Most Americans are pretty good about helping people out. Even in New York I didn’t meet an unfriendly person.
Kajsa: We have shoeboxes in Ireland. Could even put it on the hard shoulder for you so you don’t get squished.
The wall messages are actually kind of cool – inspirational, in a corny sort of way. Good to have a place anyway. BTW, what does the Swedish mean? “All hail the great Eimear”?
Renee: The niceness is ridiculous. People keep telling me to have a good day, as well.
“The niceness is ridiculous. People keep telling me to have a good day, as well.”
I think I’ll stay away from Ireland, then.