October 11, 2012 -
July 8, 2013
After having both found jobs, J working in a call centre and
myself working in a shoe shop, it was nearing to the end of our time in that
gorgeous flat in Bruntsfield.
Having grown attached and having some anxiety about leaving,
I was put to the task of finding us the ‘flat,’ with the responsibility of also
looking on behalf of a friend who was thinking of moving to Edinburgh from
England to live with us.
So I was now looking for two double bedrooms, not just the
one.
I started with looking on Gumtree, but didn’t find much and
having the help from the 2012 List magazine’s edition of Student Guide, I had a look at spareoom.co.uk.
And one of the first places I saw was just what I was
looking for. Two double bedrooms, not far at all from where we already were,
literally up the road actually.
I thought I had struck gold, but in some ways I hadn’t.
We moved into the double bedroom at Gillespie Crescent on October
11, 2013. While I working, J carried our two backpacks, a suitcase and grocery
bags, via taxi and moved us in.
Around midday when I was on my lunch break at work, I had a
few missed calls from J. After calling him back, J in a panic was asking why in
the hell I had given the okay to live in the flat, when the mattress had been
left in a disgusting way from the previous tenant and the carpet was also
gross. Not exactly what we were used to.
Oh no… and that was the beginning of our time in the ‘flat.’
Though we found out our friend who was supposed to move in
with us had changed her mind at the last minute, we were going to be okay.
When
we first moved in, we lived with six Spanish people; made up of one couple and
a guy from Barcelona, two ladies from Seville and Cadiz, a guy from Zaragoza
(wherever that is in Spain) and then a Hungarian guy.
And
it has been a great place to live, learning more about Spain and Hungary,
sharing food and having some great flat parties and even cooking them an
Australian dinner.
On the way we’ve lived with even more Spanish folk, two
young English lads, a Canadian couple, a young French guy, and a Scottish guy
(whom we’re hoping will visit us in Australia).
It has been quite the adventure living here, and we will miss
it, we just won’t miss the landlord.
There are a list of problems we’ve had with her weird ways
since moving in; including her staying here for five nights with her husband
and daughter and cleaning between Christmas and January 2, and then having the
audacity to charge us for the cleaning.
A flat again - not too far up the road from where we already
are, this time in Marchmont, with a young Australian married couple.
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| Our the flats in our street |
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| The staircase in our flat |
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| Our street after it had snowed over night |
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