Neue Wohnung!

I've finally managed to drag all my meager belongings down the street to my new place and fully enjoyed losing, finding, re-losing and re-finding many things in the process.

Lost my washing card, found my chapstick, lost my sunglasses, found my washing card, lost my Spanish notebook, lost a letter with an address that I need, found the notebook, lost the washing card again, lost my keys, found my keys, found the washing card, still looking for the address though...

Pretty much it looks like my old room vomited everything I own into my new room, so whenever I look for one thing it involves moving everything around and misplacing things that I'm going to end up looking for tomorrow.

But all in all:

Old Roommates = Boo! (Didn't even tell them I was moving out, managed to escape with out being spotted)

New Roommates= Yay! (They know how to wash their dishes, clean, actually talk to me, etc...)