We've recently moved flat in Tokyo, which usually means basically handing over about $7,000 for a cardboard box with cardboard walls, that is too damn hot in summer and stupendously cold in winter. We are still waiting on roughly $5,000 in deposits and stolen rent that our last landlord has soon to supposedly return. If it doesn't come back I will be eating Natto for the next 6 months. The old place will be missed but the evil landlord (Mitsui Real Estate: approach with a very shitty stick) has left such a nasty taste in the mouth that it overrides the sense of nostalgia for all those wine and cheese parties and nights lounging on the sofa basking in our gorgeous surroundings.
In the meantime, I do have a pot to piss in, though the curtains need stretching a little...
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