3 posts tagged “roommate”

On the weekend I accomplished 19 tasks.  Yay me.  One of these tasks involved going through old cards and letters.  (I didn't throw any of them out, I merely found a better place.)  I found a post card that Michelle sent me in about 2003 when she lived in Japan.  She joked that I should go to Japan to visit (why didn't I?) and that there would surely be a lovely Japanese boy to adore me for the duration of my visit.

I used to have quite the reputation for loving the international boys.  Give me an accent and I was IN LOVE! 

Ah, so long ago.  Who knew that true love was in my origins?  In fact, my grandma was a teacher for Jason's aunts and uncles, way back in the day.

Enough about boys!  It seems I'm a magnet for the internationals once again.  This time, it is in my search for a roommate.  I have gone from "Gee, I like me space" to "Gee, I like money".

I have had 5 inquiries on my room to rent.  3 have been serious. 

#1:  Mr. Congo.  I was hesitant.  He was nice.  I accepted.  He found a cheaper place.  Fair enough.

#2:  Child from Afganistan.  He's not a child, just younger than me.  By a few years ;)  Nice kid and his references checked out.  In the end, he's not moving to the Queen City after all.  I still like him.

#3:  Ms.  Nigeria.  I'm totally crossing my fingers that when she asks a friend about my neighbourhood that she gets a good response.   I think it's possibly bad luck that I'm blogging about it.  May 1 is coming up!

Jason asked, with interest and curiousity, "What's up with you and the international community?*"  It's just the way I am!

* Those were not his exact words.  I don't recall his exact words.  They were probably more a propos than my words.

Edit:  Blogging is bad luck!  She backed out!  I have 7 days before I am screwed!

From Africa to the Middle East, the roommate search continues.

So, last time I wrote about this, I was getting eery  feelings about Albert from the Congo.

I did some research (aka I talked to my boyfriend and the school's office manager).

They both said people from the Congo are wonderful.  Alright, that's good.  I expected both of them to either tell me I was crazy or be hesitant.  Neither.  Both suggested that the Congolese move in immediately. 

So, in a feverish state, I met Albert for coffee on Monday night.  All doubt on my part was erased.  He was very calm, polite and nice.  He also encouraged me to start having children soon.  All in good time Albert. 

Unfortunately, Albert thinks that I charge too much. 

Good-bye Albert.

Hello U of S.  You may remember Jaret, roommate of the summer of 2008?  Well he left me with a good feeling about U of S Engineers.  I had my siblings post an ad on a U of S website.  Low and behold, my next possibility.  He seems willing to comply with all of my rules and is also quite polite.  He gave me some references, which I will check out, but I feel pretty good about this kid.  His name was a little different, but I didn't realize that he was not born in Saskatchewan until I heard his accent.  I asked where he was from.  He asked me if I had heard of Afghanistan.  No kid, we don't get the news in the Queen City.

So that's the latest.  I have to e-mail some photos and check a reference or two, but it looks like I have a roommate from May to August, which was exactly what I wanted.

It has been so strange to know that when I come home, there will for sure be no one there.  It's neither a good or bad feeling, just a different feeling. 

I don't plan on having a roommate in the fall, but who knows.  I'm kind of addicted to the easy money.

My roommate moved out today.  I'm pretty pleased.  I'm looking forward to having my house to myself.

Except that I'm looking for another roommate.

You see, the travel bug has bitten me again!

I'm going to FRANCE!!!

The mother-daughter-daughter dream is coming true!

I'm also planning to go on a romantic get-away in August.  Ooooooohhhhhhhh!

Have I mentioned that I will be a bridesmaid twice in September?  So exciting!

And that I don't get paid in July and August?

A roommate would basically fix my problems.

A man named Albert is looking for a place.  It's 11:00 pm and he just called me, following a few emails.  Who does that?  I have an eery feeling.  I'm super good at ignoring the eery feeling.

Compromising my personal comfort is not worth the money.

But it's such easy money.....