December 15th, 2010

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I just went to see the studio with the coal ovens and I'm 95% sure I'm going to take it. It was in an artist run building/coop thing and was just such a great atmosphere that I think it would be wrong not to take it. I feel like I could make some contacts there amongst the other tennants and get involved in the art scene a lot easier than if I lived somewhere else. I found a place listed online that is almost a clone of the studio I had in Chicago and part of me feels like I should go with what is easy. But the louder part of me is telling me not to do what is easy. I would rather live an interesting life than an easy life.

There are a couple other reasons why I think the coal oven place would be better for me

For one, it's completely furnished, even with sheets and pillows, and the other places I've been looking at lack even basic things (like ovens, refrigerators) and given the fact that it never seems to stop snowing here, I think it would be better to put off shopping for furniture and appliances until the spring, when I have to move out and find a new place anyway.

And second, every where else I've looked they want to see proof of employment, references from your previous landlord, financial history, etc, etc. This is tricky for me right now because I don't have a German bank account, I've never rented in Germany before, and I don't have my work visa yet. But the cool thing about the coal ovens place is that it doesn't have all of this red tape.

Ok, I'm going to go try to get some German health insurance now. Wish me luck!
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Ok, never mind. Screw the coal ovens place. I talked to my friend here, Fabian, and he told me to pay 700 Euros to live in a place with coal ovens was preposterous and had "Silly American" written all over it. He told me it should have been 300 at the MOST, if not 200 Eruos for something that slum-like. Which sucks, I was all ready to rough it, but he's right. I shouldn't have to pay through the nose to rough it.

So onward I search. I Skyped a little with W and he knows a super-successful artist here, Nancy, who may be able to help me out. He's going to give her a call and see if she knows of any available spaces or if she wants me to house sit her studio while she's in New York (she spends half the year in New York, and half the year in Berlin).

The situation with the French filmmaker has eased, and I no longer feel the tension between us since I have stopped using the kitchen. I wish I'd known it would be a problem because I never would have attempted to use it in the first place. There are plenty of great restaurants around here, so it's no problem for me to find food elsewhere.

I still can't wait to have my own place, though. I mean, I definitely couldn't bring a dude home with me here, No Way.

It sucks to feel like I'm 15 again, living at home with my parents.