New place

I moved to a new place. After visiting 20 places I chose one and now I don’t say I regret but still not satisfied.

Here is an apartment with three bedrooms and I share with two Canadian people: A girl almost the same age as me and a gigantic boy few years younger than me.

My bedroom is very nice; it has a big walk in closet and several drawers that I love, but the window has matte glass which I hate. It was covered by curtain when I first saw the place. The TV channels are fewer than my previous place, yet it’s not a big problem. The worst part is the bathroom. Oh god, I am so stupid with my choice. The bathroom sink has two taps. One is warm and the other is cold with two different exits. So I should burn or freeze, nothing in the middle. That really sucks. I hate all the British designers. The water pressure of the shower is low. Today, it took 15 minutes to wash my hair.

I have not yet talked that much with my roommates but I have good feelings about them. The girl is not talky which is a good point, and I saw the boy for the first time last night, and he came in and said hello and shared the most exciting event of his day with me. He didn’t even ask my name and neither did I, but still it was a warm introduction. I will write about them when I know more.

By the way, a good point of this new place is a hard double size bed. I am afraid not to be able to balance myself in single size bed later. I sure will fall down.