“Hey babe, it’s me. I’ve got very bad news about Amsterdam, so call me when you get out of class.”
Not exactly a phrase I want to be hearing as we move into our last month stateside. Nevertheless, that’s exactly what was on my voicemail yesterday morning.
Apparantly a relatively popular DJ (our landlord’s brother) has been living in our apartment for quite some time. He’s so popular, that the police seized the place after they responded to too many noise complaints. It seems our landlord was subletting (she’s been renting the place for the past 10+ years), and the actual landlord didn’t approve of all the goa-psy-trance music.
Regardless, it’s pretty stressful to find out you don’t have an apartment 30 days before you move. Our landlord/friend was devastated that she lost her place, but nevertheless made it clear that she’d do everything she could to find us a new one. We tried to remain calm and started calling around to see what the next step is.
Turns out, she knew the lady who rented us a studio near the city center, and the place is available. Alyssa talked to her this morning, and it looks like that’s going to be our new home. It’s a whole lot smaller than what we were expecting, but at least we’ve been there before and know that it’s nice. It’s also going to be a bit easier for us to get to school and work.
Here’s the pictures I took when i was there last (it’s all one big room)




Dutch stairs are basically ladders.
So anyway, it seems that things are squared away. We do have to get DSL set up once we arrive (could take up to a month) but we still get to take the cat. I’m just happy that the situation was resolved so quickly.