Although we were assured that the current tenant of the apartment that Christina and I are scheduled to move into would be all cleared out by Tuesday night, allowing us to move in Wednesday afternoon, this has yet to happen. We waited anxiously this afternoon for a call from our director for six hours (!), only to find out (by calling him ourselves) that the move has been pushed back yet again until tomorrow. I'll believe that when it happens!
In the meanwhile, Fiorella, crazy landlady extraordinaire, has been calling me and my director nonstop to figure out what's going on. She caught on pretty quickly to the move when she saw my roommates clothes in Space-Saver (R) bags. Subtlety is not her forte. Tom refuses to tell her until the very moment we move so as to "time things right", and I, therefore, have been left to play dumb, all the while clandestinely packing my shirts and redistributing my pants to make it look like I haven't emptied 3/4 of my clothes from the armoire. Christina and Tom have it easy as far as I'm concerned! Tom doesn't live here, and when Fiorella starts to rant, Christina can't understand a word she's saying! Ah, the joys of speaking Italian...
Well, I hope this will all be sorted out before I leave for Paris. But then again, if it isn't, I would get to leave and avoid the scene that I'm sure will go down when we move, leaving my suitcases fully packed and ready to be transported by minions to my new domestic paradise...
More on this tomorrow. Or not.
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Little little nomad...you is are a gyp-sy!
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