For god sake, for those of you who knows the feeling to miss a keypad by 1cm and type ctrl+r instead of ctrl+t, that just got me. I’ve lost 10 lines of the upcoming news I was writing.
Anyhow, I finally did it. I moved out yesterday. I left the filthiest place in downtown Reykjavik or the only dentist office that host parties, choose. It was a bit of a coincidence if you asked me.Ria, Low Ren’s girlfriend, sent me an SMS stating she was hosting a house warming party on Saturday at her new place. M and I went there and that’s how I’ve met the big flat she’s living in. It’s a 4 rooms flat, probably around 70 or 80 m² between the city center and my work. She’s living with her Swedish friend Beth. They were looking for a fairly big room to rent out. And that’s how I appeared magically in the equation. I rushed to move out from Guðmundur’s garbage helped by Hanna’s and her big car. Everything was settled in an hour. Now I just need to take some time to get my indoors pimped a little bit. I’ll try to go to Kolaportið, a market place near by the Harbor, to get some sort of accessories.
