Trying to look on the bright side of getting thrown out of my home after 16 years, I’ve decided that … I WANT ONE OF THESE. A rooftop terrace, not unlike I had in my first ever home in Sevilla when I had a tiny studio apartment across the street. In fact, have made my short check list and am going to try sticking to it. I mean, if I’m going to go through all the stress and hassle of moving then I am going to make it a change for the better. And so these are the three things I want:
- a lift
- air conditioning
- a terrace
I’ve actually looked at a couple of places since recovering from the shock of last Monday evening. Although I don’t have to move until March 1st I’ve decided that if I find something fabby between now and then I’ll just bugger off. In fact, I’d quite like to start the new year in a wonderful new apartment that will make leaving this place feel like a step forward.
Having had a quick look at current rental prices I am more than convinced now that I don’t have such a great deal here. Yes, I will miss my six balconies, my lovely views and all that light. But the plan is to find somewhere just as lovely except, well, better.
And now I am off to a weekend-long blogger’s conference.
What are you doing this weekend?
So I might be moving to Pajaritos street. Pajaritos is Spanish for little birds. I kind of like the sound of that. The apartment isn’t ideal. It’s smaller for the same price and doesn’t have balconies or airconditioning. But it does have a lift and a nice rooftop terrace. And I’d be living next to my long time friend, student – and also my GP – Agustín.
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