December 13th, 2010

A place to call my own

My hunt for a good live/work space continues. Today I went out walking around looking for an imobilienargentur (real estate agent) here because I've been having a hard time finding anything remotely like what I need online. I spoke to a couple people and they're going to see what they can do for me. Conversation with them was entirely in German, which was a bit of a hurdle, but I've become good enough with the language to both understand what other people say to me, as well as be understood. yay

I'm chomping at the bit to get into my own space, or at least out of the one I'm in. The woman I'm staying with is a French filmmaker, and she owns the flat. Her incredibly beautiful girlfriend lives with her, and always seems to be cooking or baking something in the kitchen.

When I first arrived, the French filmmaker gave me a long list of house rules that was filled with lots of words in ALL CAPS and tons of exclaimation points!!! It basically all boiled down to "I don't want to know you are here." I like to think I'm a pretty considerate person, so I figured big deal. Of course I will clean up after myself. Of course I will be quiet.

Well, on my second night I couldn't sleep because I was still adjusting to the time difference, so I got up to make a cup of tea. I stood in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil, and then suddenly the French filmmaker burst in, shielding her eyes from the weak lamp light, "You are really being too loud! Please, I am trying to sleep! What time is it anyway? This is ridiculous!" and then was gone as soon as she'd appeared. I thought that perhaps she'd been having a dream of people being loud or something, because I'd been doing my utmost to remain completely silent.

Now, after two weeks and several additional passive agressive episodes, I've quit even trying to use the kitchen and basically just stay in my room when I'm there because the French filmmaker doesn't have a job and is therefore ALWAYS around. Not only that, but the girl doesn't practice what she preaches - she's both loud and messy.

To put it mildly, I can't wait to leave. I'm hoping that this week I'll find a place of my own and be able to move in immediately so I can be rid of this awful woman's presence in my life.
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I've been surfing around on the internet all evening looking at places for rent. I love the gritty, vintage feel of this one, and it's the perfect size, too. The first 3 months are rent free if you renovate it... but of course I wouldn't do that, I would WANT it to stay vintage and beat up. I plan to go to the open house for this place on Wednesday and see if they'll let me have it even if I don't renovate it. I really want a place that has some character, but very little that I'm seeing on any of these web sites is un-renovated... I'm hoping that the real estate agents are just too embarrassed to post the old beat up places online.