1. It’s 1938 and you’re Jewish (see Great Aunt Hannah, but not the rest of her family – I wonder why, Holocaust deniers – for details).
2. It’s 2006 and you’ve agreed with your landlady to move out at the end of March, then have the person who owns the flat you’re planning to move into back out on March 15th. Search desperately for a new place and find nothing at all. Discover that a friend of the family who owns a haulage firm will be passing through town and could “pick up all your stuff and store it for less than it would cost to move locally, payment in cash, please.” Have enough work to be getting on with as a freelancer for a few months and say “Oh bugger it, I could stay with friends and family for a few months, it’ll be fine*……
*Note: For cases involving living with parents. I love my parents (sort of) and they love me. I am, however, 33 years old. The only occasion on which one hears of such cases is on “in-depth” analysis after the news; “He was a quiet man, lived with his mother, kept himself to himself (they always say that, it should be a test of insanity), he did have a fascination for his gun, but we never thought he’d turn it upon the local populace.”
Actually, I do know that living with them is hellish – I rediscover that every time I visit for a few days. I know, however, of no greater motivation to find somewhere else to live. Of course, if I’m still here by, say, the end of May and you hear the newsreader announce, “A police spokesman said it was still unclear what had driven him over the edge” this post will give you better insight. In the meantime, after being here for five days I’m, er, going to Paris for a well-earned break. Toodle pip!
Okay, ready, set, go out and find a flat! I know you can do it!
Welcome to the club!
Oh eurgghhh! Haven’t you heard? Once you move out of your parents’ home you should never, ever move back! But, it’s only for a few months, suck it up and enjoy I say!
;-)
Hmm, not sure how this one will turn out. My parents are currently staying with me (couple of months on and off) because their house was pretty much destroyed in a hurricane. I must say that if I could put them on a perpetual cruise liner and change my phone number, that would be the best solution. I’m thinking about running away, from my own house. Any way, good luck with you new location and I hope that job thing works out real soon.
Hi! Is your address mail still the same? I sent you an e-mail, but I’m not sure if you got it…so right now I’m thinking of if you got it and didn’t want to reply (and it would be terrible!) or you didn’t get it..(and it just proves that I’m really very unlucky
) Anyway…I hope you’re fine. Big hugs.
Once you’ve flown the nest its never good to go back……but at least its only for a short time. In the meantime stay away from guns, and I hope you dont live in Hungerford
Well, greetings from Paris. I held out for five days with the parents…..
I will be going back, whether to Paris or the parents I”m not sure. But seriously, although it’s just not considered acceptable, no liseuse, for Italian men either, I might just be able to hold out for a month or two. Probably. With regular breaks away for job interviews etc.
hi there…
hate introducing a serious note here…. but enjoy your parents when you have the chance…
…we should talk.
me
Stay in Germany! STAY! We need you here
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Well if you can stay in Paris, I guess I would… But then again, Germany isn’t that bad.. But it would be if you didn’t have a place to live.. Make sense… I thought not… Oh well.. Good luck!
*gasp* You are 33? Old tart.
So, after insulting you the right way, I think, I should let you know that I’m back to blogging in my old place and you are the first person to visit. Feel honoured, very, very honoured.
And yes, stay in Germany.
Come back! It’s just not the same without you.
Hopefully you’ve returned from Paris by now. For what it’s worth, I may be looking for a flatmate for a few months starting around June. You have the number, give me a call.
Dammit, IAF, get your shit together and start blogging again, already! How am I supposed to procrastinate if my bloggers aren’t writing? You’re ruining my life!
Seriously, dude, hope all is well.