As Unfortunate Things Get Worse

After about 12 hours of plane rides Thursday-Friday, I was very excited to lay down in my apartment.  No, not the one I found and signed contracts for and pre-paid, but another one that could house me until the one I had planned on could actually let me check in (although, I would like to mention that I followed all the directions I had been given.)

However, I got incredibly lost on the way, and dragged all my luggage through the wrong neighborhood for about twenty minutes until a very nice man showed me a map on his phone.  Since I got to the apartment about two hours later than I expected, the woman I was supposed to meet there was not actually there.  And I had no way to contact her because I couldn't get anywhere.  So I waited on the steps in front of this locked building for about ten or so minutes, then I rang all of the doorbells to the other apartments until a grumpy old man yelled down at me from his balcony.  I tried to explain that I was waiting for Celine but I was just so tired and hungry and I didn't know what words to say.  Then his wife came out and made him let me into the building.

After hearing the ruckus I was causing in the hall, another man came out into the hallway and was like "yeah there was someone supposed to be coming and I was supposed to let her in."  How on earth I was supposed to contact him from outside the building and/or have him know when I got there, I don't know.  But by now I'm crying because I just want into my building and I don't know what else to do.

So the guy calls Celine and she comes over and lets me in and is trying to explain things but I really just want her to go away because I've had enough.

After she leaves, I lay down for a bit and facetime Madison because I like Madison, and she isn't horrible like the rest of my day.  But I still have to go talk to the other apartment people, so eventually I get up and walk there.  That woman makes me sign a whole bunch more paperwork, but moves up the date that I get to move in from next Thursday to this Tuesday-so that's muy bueno.

She also shows me the apartment, for which I apparently need to buy sheets and towels, which I didn't know about.

I leave that building and go to a store that looks like it sells food on the way back.  I bought some applesauce and some of those delicious Little School Boy cookies (but generic because more people eat them here).

Then I lay down again and sleep for 16 hours.