Who said moving abroad was easy?
To cut a long boring part of the story short, I sat next to a complete muppet on the flight, so the Steward gave me a bottle of Moet! Will be saving that for when I go out and reunite with friends on Thursday and Friday.
Then came the accommodation issues. I get to Fontana to find out that despite making an appointment with my agent to move in, he’s gone out to show someone a flat. After an hour of waiting someone else drives me there but informs me that I have no gas, no hot water and no internet, despite having booked the room over a month ago.
The room was something else. It was grubby and tiny – they were very clever with the photos online! The balcony doors were held closed with duct tape, and they do not lock. The rest of the room was grubby, the one storange unit was broken, it’s full of spiders and smelled like someone had died in there. After 10 minutes I got back on the trains to Fontana and staged a sit in waiting for my agent, saying I wanted to swap.

Tiny tiny room, this was all of the floor space

This space was taken up entirely by my futon when rolled out!

The tiny tiny grubby kitchen
It was a public holiday today so I couldn’t do any of the useful stuff I had planned like getting my Alien Card, mobile and bank account. So I revisited the old favourites on the Yamanote line. Tomorrow, all of the above. Yosh!



