5th floor, no lift

A week after I arrived, Laura, Erick, Yan and I moved to a new apartment. For my first week we had been living in a two-bedroom, windowless flat, because it took so long to get all the papers in order to move into the new flat. (See “The Letter”)

So moving day came as a real relief, except for the fact that our flat is on the 5th floor and there is no lift in the building. This would have been fine if we were all students or temporary foreigners (like me) with only a few bags to lug up the stairs. But as it was, we had a washing machine, a sofa, two big chairs, a dining table, a television, a fridge, two mattresses, a big fan, crockery, cutlery and other miscellaneous items. Essentially everything you could possibly need to fill up an empty apartment had to be dragged up the stairs.

It was a sweaty day and we were all exhausted afterwards. But it was definitely worth it because our new flat features a whopping THREE bedrooms, a living room twice the size of the old one and of course, a balcony. And now here I am enjoying a refreshing breeze in the spacious living room.

Picture Drawn: 23/03/13