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Ok, never mind. Screw the coal ovens place. I talked to my friend here, Fabian, and he told me to pay 700 Euros to live in a place with coal ovens was preposterous and had "Silly American" written all over it. He told me it should have been 300 at the MOST, if not 200 Eruos for something that slum-like. Which sucks, I was all ready to rough it, but he's right. I shouldn't have to pay through the nose to rough it.
So onward I search. I Skyped a little with W and he knows a super-successful artist here, Nancy, who may be able to help me out. He's going to give her a call and see if she knows of any available spaces or if she wants me to house sit her studio while she's in New York (she spends half the year in New York, and half the year in Berlin).
The situation with the French filmmaker has eased, and I no longer feel the tension between us since I have stopped using the kitchen. I wish I'd known it would be a problem because I never would have attempted to use it in the first place. There are plenty of great restaurants around here, so it's no problem for me to find food elsewhere.
I still can't wait to have my own place, though. I mean, I definitely couldn't bring a dude home with me here, No Way.
It sucks to feel like I'm 15 again, living at home with my parents.
So onward I search. I Skyped a little with W and he knows a super-successful artist here, Nancy, who may be able to help me out. He's going to give her a call and see if she knows of any available spaces or if she wants me to house sit her studio while she's in New York (she spends half the year in New York, and half the year in Berlin).
The situation with the French filmmaker has eased, and I no longer feel the tension between us since I have stopped using the kitchen. I wish I'd known it would be a problem because I never would have attempted to use it in the first place. There are plenty of great restaurants around here, so it's no problem for me to find food elsewhere.
I still can't wait to have my own place, though. I mean, I definitely couldn't bring a dude home with me here, No Way.
It sucks to feel like I'm 15 again, living at home with my parents.