What you see above is nothing compared to what we're going through. And what I'm going to write is only a tiny teeny bit of what's really going on there.
We've been living in this apartment for more than 2 years and it's been sh*t after sh*t happening because we unfortunately thought people were honest.
It started from the beginning but we were too naive and too excited for a new place that we didn't see anything until we realised we were dealing with non-professional people who actually are smugglers. We've been complaining since day 1 (we bought our place in December 2009) that there was a water problem and that needed to be fixed. We heard all kind of stories like
"it's normal", (sure, water coming out from our living-room walls is normal),
"we injected something, it should be okay now" (then it flooded in the garage like it never had before),
"there are no problems, you're imagining it" (of course, we're imagining the water coming out of our balcony lamp and didn't make a movie to prove it to you),
"yes, there is water in the car elevator opening, but we put a pump to get it out" (and put the other end of the hose in the same opening and it killed the elevator motor),
"the car-elevator shouldn't be put out of service, it's not dangerous" (ten seconds later you say the exact opposite when your boss isn't around + water is actually flooding so hard it looks like a waterfall, no really, I have a video to prove it too),
"the water problems (oh there are some now?) are going to be fixed when it will stop raining/when it'll snow on it/when it's all going to be dry/when the 2nd phase is going to start/when the 2nd phase is at your level/when the 2nd phase is done/when the roof of the 2nd phase is done" (it's been 2,5 years, Sept. 10 2010, to be exact, that we noticed the water coming out abnormally from the balcony, but of course, we have to wait all four seasons, twice, before you incompetent duffer do anything and even right now, as of today, you haven't done anything and haven't got a clue what the problem is)...........Right now, I'm just tired and fed up and am in such a mood that I wish I had a punching ball. P. is making himself sick with anger from all their lies and all their screwing over, I hate seeing him like this, he's not his regular self and it gets me so worried. We're far from having a baby/family in this crazy building filled with neighbours who can't take a stand when it's time to but are eager to share their disappointment and worries and anger when we're chatting in private.
I told my Mom a few months ago that I wanted a cat or a pet and when her cat had babies, she kept one for me. Unfortunately, my sister wanted her too and so she took her, which is ok since P. has allergies and so do I.
At first I wanted a bunny but I think we'll have problems with its hair too. I thought about a tortoise but I'm not sure our flat is a good place for one.
And then it hit me... I want a guinea pig. They're fun, easy to play with, they give cuddle back, they make this cute noises when they're happy or hungry and they don't take so much space.
I'm going to France next month and I'm going to see if I can find a guinea pig in my Mom's relations. I'm really excited about this.
Emi and I went to a little cozy place called Le Pain Quotidien for breakfast today.
It was really nice and there was so much light and the people around us were happy and taking their time to enjoy their own breakfast. It was really lovely to spend some time with Emi there.
I think I'm not taking enough time to enjoy life lately and it kinda scares me but doing this little rendez-vous impromptu with Emi made me realize how things can be so easy and that you don't really have to go very far or do something so very special to enjoy every minute of what you have.
