Flat Hunting Part 3

Parking the car, in the car park, I sit for a few minutes just contemplating what had been happening, things had moved very quickly. From becoming homeless at the back end of last year (2014) to being the proud tenant of a top class flat, it was a rush, no two ways about it, things felt good. It was only the 9th of January 2015.

Getting my sleeping gear out of the car, I toddle off up the stairs to my place! walking through the door straight into the bedroom I throw the bedding onto the floor and take a good look around. The bedroom is cool, plenty of space for a double bed (after months in a single bed, a double seems pure luxury!). Looking out the window, a reasonably good view of Skeg is before me, and a fire escape. (being the brave type, that fire escape still scares me!).

Moving out of the bedroom, turn right down a step, and the loo is directly in front, not too impressed for no other reason than its just a loo. Turning back round, past the bedroom, to the left is the bathroom, massive huge bath on the left with an attached shower type thing, the taps look and are confusing. Surprise, surprise, there is also your standard bathroom sink, not much you might think but to me this is pure heaven. Already I'm planning where to put a bathroom mirror (as things would have it, I have got a mirror, but yet to put it up on the wall some two years later.)

Moving back out the bathroom, turning left then immediately left again is the living room, its huge! Two massive windows, one with a view over some houses the other a wicked view out to sea. The only downside to this room is the wallpaper on one wall, horrible red and white flowers with gold stems, very girly, but I had an incling what to do with that wall (more about that another time).

Moving out the living room, turn left again and straight in front is the kitchen, it is fairly new and modern, compact by kitchen standards but it will serve me well over the next few months. Again the one window has a wicked view over the sea. That window would, unbenownst to me become the centre of my world in a few short weeks. 

Beautiful lady luck was still shining over me, some other tenants had just abandoned one of the other flats. The landlord was busy clearing out what they had left, just out of pure cheekiness, I asked if I could have a look at what they had not taken with them, see if I could use anything. No problem came the reply, help yourself. Not expecting much, a trip into this other flat turned up gold. A small caravan freezer, a Zanussi fridge (I still have it, beautiful fabulous fridge) and three bar stools. I had my very first items of furniture.

Two of the bar stools found a home in my living room, the third in my kitchen, next to the window. The fridge and freezer, understandably found a home in the kitchen. By this time it was fairly late at night, and I was getting a bit worn out, which room to sleep in. I knew it would be the floor for me, but so what? I could have slept at my mothers but what was the point in that?

Moving into the bedroom I thought about it for a few minutes, sure a good place to sleep but what about the living room? When the sun rose the next morning I could wake up and watch it rise, (no curtains) grabbing my bedding I lay it out in the middle of the living room. Apart from the two bar stools my makeshift bed is the only thing in the room. 

Getting undressed rather shyly, I have no idea if anyone can see through the curtainless windows, I switch the light out and climb into my make shift bed. Laying down and relaxing the peace and quiet envelopes me like a comfort blanket. All to soon I'm sound asleep.

That's the story of how I found my home, my castle, the only place in the world that I could truly be myself. Next to happen would be the hard part, I had no idea at the time it would be hard, no idea that I would climb half way through the kitchen window to die. No idea of the love and tears that would follow.