MagDee’s World

mom! dad! I’m a conductor now! CLICK HERE

I now sometimes look at the stage from the other side. interesting experience :)

i’m oh so grown up it scares the shit out of me. I just booked my first adult “the whole thing” holidays. well… not IN the travel agency, so I skipped the being stimulated by vivid visions of ocean waves and scent given me by a sales person juggling holiday catalog’s in front of my face. I did it the way I do things. Online. Well anyway, I booked, clicked, went over my credit card limit twice for what I know, rented a car (well, walking? on holidays?). Now i’m going to STOP looking at last minutes websites so I don’t find my holidays half price somewhere else. also, I didn’t take the offer i initially looked up, i went up 2 stars and 50 eur, so I feel lika VIP, almost :).

so we’re going to actually go on holidays. we deserve it like noone else, apart from going to our friends and family in Poland we have not been on holidays for years and years. almost like never.

so now basic shopping needs to be done - flip flops in bright colour, hawaiian shirt,  summer hat, see-through dress a few sizes too small and we can go scare the shit out of the autochthons.

anyway… Portugal - here we come. PHEAR us.

today i’m gonna complain. for a change.

for about half year i couldn’t stand our pink house, to which i had been so delighted to move in. small things annoy me, like the fact that my kitchen is tiled everywhere, so i end up having grout in my salad if i am not careful. like the fact, that when i open hot water in upstairs bathroom i can brush my teeth while waiting for the water to actually get hot (if at all). or that when I go to my “garden” i feel like I’m standing between the lanes on the motor way. like the fact, that the house is impossible to be cleaned to my satisfaction (not that I try too hard lately, mind you). and it’s too big. so it is now a place that we live in, that I’m reluctant to clean in any way, because I have that mantra in my head” We are moving out soon. Finally, finally, finally”. and then the complaining starts.

firstly - WHO THE FUCK thinks that I can make a decision about a home for the next few years by having a glance at it for 15-20 minutes with the agent/owner lurking behind my back. when I don’t know how does the place look in the evening, if local drunks don’t go out in the street throwing stones at nearby cars (fuck the car, but imagine all those alarms going off), if the toilet after you flush won’t change into a magic fountain spraying your digested dinner all over your walls. how do i KNOW that i will get used to a differently set up stairs. how can i be sure that my neighbor, quiet during the day does not like to dance in the moonlight with excessive chanting involved, or if the little old lady is not a retired opera singer and her goal is to sing louder than Maria Callas, and she practices every day.

secondly - why are the cats such a problem for everybody! in poland you can move in to most places with your favourite crocodile pet and it’s nobody’s business. here, tu rent something that allows pets you either have to ooze charm or gold (or money equivalent, thank you very much). luckily I am the oozing person (charm rather than gold) so at least 1 in 10 ads can negotiate the existence of the 2 cats on their premises. even if the property is NOT furnished.

in addition - it doesn’t help that we are paying such a low rent for our current house, we are not prepared mentally to pay “normal” rate, which in our brain is a Huge Amount Of Money. i know that in 2 months we will get used to it and won’t feel the difference, but now the idea of paying at least 150% of our current rent makes the snakes that guard money in our wallets puke and have migraines.

today i almost thought that I found a proper house, but fortunately (well, after a few months of intense searching) I know exactly what i do and don’t want in my new home and unfortunately, washing machine sized fridge and lack of dishwasher took the good out if that potential home. and if you want to tell me that i don’t need a dishwasher…. get yourself one and after 3 years try and then get rid of it and see if it’s easy to live without it then.