Another Place

Well, I'm moving to South Beach on May 8th. I'm renting a room in a house on Miami Beach that's within my budget. But here's the catch. There's no kitchen. Which means I'll have to buy a hot plate or something and either buy paper plates, or do my washing up in the bathroom. Luckily its only for a few month while I find something a bit better, but at least I'll be down there and walking distance to the shops, trendy parts of town, and the beach.

The no kitchen thing is going to be interesting though.

If all goes well.

Guess who might be South Beach's newest resident!

Of course, knowing my luck, the place is already gone. It's happeened several times before. I thought I'd learned my lesson to accept the place right then and there if I like it. Why do I always insist on thinking about it when I don't need to, and not thinking about it when I should?

Update: Better luck next time.

Paintball

I just got back from Orlando again. I went up for Ed's birthday and we played paintball. Everyone told me it hurts, so I wore a big jacket. But it was inside a warehouse, so it was boiling hot. After stupidly taking off my jacket so I would burn up, some little kid shot me. Twice. Thanks kid.

As for moving out, evry time I call a place I would like to move in to, they're always taken. I get the feeling I'm going to have to react really quickly when they come up for avalibility.

Proving Myself

Had a bit of a scare at work this week. But luckily it's all sorted out and squared away. It seems I wasn't reporting to the right person, but now I am, so everything should be a-ok.

The flat I was looking to rent on the beach has been snapped up already. It wasn't on the market one day before someone else got it, but I have my eye on another place, which alothough it's more expensive, it's bigger, and I'm hoping utilities are included, or I could find myself searching again.