A couple of weeks ago I moved from the one-woman-show apartment seen in photos below to a shared house two blocks away. I've now lived in three living situations all within 4 blocks of each other, can you tell I like the neighborhood?
SOO let's introduce the characters:
I give my rent to Emma(nuel). Cool teddy bear Argentine
with a baby face and the most doll-like curly locks I've ever seen on a man (tho you can't tell any of that from this photo). plays bass in a band of around 10 people, and they often like to dress up for their gigs in vintage clothing and with clown noses. He is an incredible musician and is studying/works in music therapy. Buen pibe.Next there's Jessie, English English teacher jaja, who moved into the house and then her and Emma happened to fall quickly in love. Emma liked her for
the first day when she came to visit the house. That was over a year ago..After that lovely couple we have Rhys (pronounced like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups) an Australian (the first Australian I've ever really known) who rents the room just like mine right next to it. He is here studying for the year and has been here three months, likes to ride around everywhere with his skateboard, cooks more than anyone else in the house (always delish) and does capoeira. We are not facebook friends yet so I can't sneak in a photo. His girlfriend doesn't technically live here but she is around alot which is nice, her name is Jade, she is from the US but they met each other in Spain... thats a great story for another time.
My room is huge, its a split level loft type thats all mine so I have my own living room type, and then a little staircase that goes to the "bedroom". It's lots of personal space which is nice.
One thing though that I think has been good for me. COCKROACHES.
I always told myself I would never live in a place with cockroaches. So much culture, so much asco, so much disgust so much culture of fear surrounding the cockroach, that I had always promised myself I would be financially stable enough to not live in a place that had cockroaches.
But then, here I was - living with a few. Now I'll be honest, I've only had two encounters, but they're sure to be more as the summer comes I've been told. And my experiences have made me rethink alot my prejudices and snobbery about cockroaches before. Why was I so adamant about that? Buenos Aires really is, una ciudad cucarachada (a cockroached city). You seen them sprawled out dead frequently on sidewalks. And before now I had always thought, oh how horrible it would be to live there and come out and see this cockroach and know I was living with cockroaches. But now, who cares? I'm not saying I'm not going to need a drink the next time one falls in my hand (which literally happened - it had crawled into a poster tube and when I inverted the tube to take out the posters it fell right down the shoot into my little palm, mostly dead) but I'm much more aware of the fact that hundreds of thousands of people in the world live with cockroaches. It can't really be that big of a travesty if that's the case, now can it? So take that orkin commercials.
Ok, hopefully that'll wet the appetite, off to beddy bye. toodle-oo!
