First one on the right |
I put up a post a long time ago about my living quarters in Paraguay. That first place was great but lasted all of 4 months. I got kicked out because the land lady told me she was going to sell the house. The house has not been sold and I believe that room remains empty.
Then there was the big two bedroom mansion with tile floor and back yard, although I did have some very unwelcomed roommates. That place ended when the land lord wanted to raise the rent after my not agreeing to be his girl on the side. This place too remains empty. He has since told me that he would again lower the rent if I moved back in. My answer was something akin to "go fuck yourself."
Then there was the emergency apartment, I like to call Cell Block D.
Cell Block D. Mine is the one with the door open |
My whole life at my finger tips. |
Then finally! Oh finally! I found what I hope to be the one. A cute two room (one bedroom, living room) house in my friend's back yard. It's newly built and has some real perks.
Now that I look at it, is the roof slanted? |
I've already put a lot of work into this place. I made a table and benches from salvaged wood. I spend most of my time sitting in that yellow chair, working on the computer or eating. I bought a new mattress so the old one went to make one of the benches a couch. Super clutch. TBD if the second bench will ever get padding.
I do have a real bed. No more sleeping in my tent. I even upgraded the mattress. It now fits me and Mo on the bed comfortably, and I can't feel any of the slats of the bed frame underneath me. Talk about luxury. I still just use my sleeping bag as a cover, but I know people in the states who do that. They are named Zack.
The kitchen is just a table and a two burner stove/ oven. The burners are really fancy, they have two settings, on and off. They only shock me every once in a while, and the oven seems to be just fine. Nonetheless, I've already started cranking out some pretty decent meals.
It is amazing how space can affect your mood. My general joy has noticeably increased since entering this house. I feel like I can breath for the first time in a long time. I've already hosted my first party. I had maybe the only Peace Corps party where guys outnumbered girls. It was for my regional volunteer group and apparently Peace Corps decided the eastern frontier lands are best suited for guys, Julia and I being the only two chicks in this group closest to the border with Brazil.
Mostly I'm excited to feel settled. I haven't felt settled in a long time, maybe ever. Even before the roller coaster of PC I hadn't had a single address for 365 days since leaving high school. I hope that I can make the most of this place for the next year, and please, visitors are welcomed.
The view out my front door. |
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