On moving into a new pad...

Moving house is always a weird sensation.

I have just moved into a shared pad in Buenos Aires; a flat on top of the penthouse which would seem to be the old servants quarters. It is by no means luxurious but has wireless internet (not 100% sure whose) and a gorgeous terrace complete with great views (San Telmo to the Rio Plata) and a barbeque (naturally... this is Argentina, after all).

It's lovely to have some space and privacy, although I guess it will be a while before it actually feels like home here.

I spent the afternoon helping to tidy the place up... it's the first time the rooms have been rented as they used to be inhabited by the owner's daughters, who have now grown up and moved out. Well, I say grown up... judging by the stickers on the window in here I'd say the daughters are roughly my age, give or take a few years. The desk that my laptop is perched on is still full of their stuff and the urge to snoop is a strong one! Karma says no, though.

I guess it I could have held out a little longer for something a little more luxurious. I am paying $300 a month to live here, which can go a bloody long way in this city. My friend is paying the same for a flat of her own near Palermo, which is quite a nice little pad. I wouldn't fancy living in somewhere so new, though, because the walls always seem to be made of cardboard. This is very much the case with her place. Anyways, I'm not tied into a contract, so can always give it a couple of months and consider my options.

To be honest, it's just lovely to have my own space again, to be able to unpack by bag (finding some clothes I had forgetten I owned in the process) and to sit at a desk, undisturbed.

Next things that need doing are the purchase of a couple of beanbags to make the living space more liveable, some speakers for the laptop - with enough cabling to reach onto the terrace for some late-night raving type action - and some hooky DVDs for entertainment as the flat is lacking in the delights of cable TV. To be honest, I think this is a positive aspect rather than a negative one, as it lessens opportunities for just sinking infront of the telly for an evening when living in one of the most exciting, lively cities on the planet. At least with the hooky DVDs I have to go and meet someone to get them!

Righteo... I'm off to explore San Telmo and get some water.

Chau for now.