Heya’ll, how are you doing?

I wrote that first line at about 6 PM. Since then I got a phone call, another phone call, and got called to play WoW. So it’s been about 3 hours since. Let’s see if I still remember what I wanted to talk about.

I’m moving soon, which I’m thrilled about. A year ago I needed to move out of my uni dorm and I was thinking to move to the Israeli north. It’s nice, calm, decent views, and fairly cheap. However, I got convinced by my family that I must try living in The Big City. I MUST try Tel Aviv. “Tel Aviv is the city of the youth! You should move there! You’re a bachelor! Go to parties, bars, meet people, get a hi-tech job!” After about 3 months of pestering I caved.

Oh how I regret that decision.

I am a man who was born with the soul of an eighty year old, so when I’m told that some place “is for the young” I instantly decide that it’s not a place for me. I like stuff that is reliable and not flashy. I like cooking at home over going out. My favorite afternoon activity is staying home and staring at the ceiling for about 3 hours straight. A four-person apartment right next to a busy main street was not a good call by me.

As some of you may recall (some of you being “only the people who personally know me, probably”), my roommates are hell to live with. I can count on one hand the amount of times the trash was taken out by anyone other than myself, and the frying pan that once looked shiny and new now has a giant, gray grove in the center from one of them using a metal fork to cook eggs. They’re decent enough guys, I suppose, but I don’t understand how any of these guys manage to wipe their ass without assistance.

There’s road construction near me, so there’s constant dust, which is great when you sneeze like a maniac at the slightest hint of dust. I like to cook home affordable meals, so I got people who don’t know what “dishsoap” is and restaurants that charge me a king’s ransom for a burger and fries.

When I moved here, one of my friends gave me three months before I started admitting how bad of a decision this was.

I caved in two.

Weeks.

So, now that my contract is finally coming to a close, and I am moving to an apartment I am planning to live a long time in, in my home town, I am a little excited.

I was so impatient this last month that I added a real-time countdown to see how many hours until I finally got to leave this flat.

So, today I went to look at fridges and a new bed, I scheduled the movers, found an ISP that doesn’t use cgNAT, and started putting things in boxes.

I’m very happy for myself. I’m excited to finally have my own place, and a place I can actually invest time and effort into, a place where the dishes and floors can actually be clean. A place that doesn’t have 20 kilos of dust blasting me every morning when I open the window, nor random chainsaw noises at 2 am from random robbers taking apart AC units (I am serious). Somewhere to myself.

It’s gonna be a big change, but I can’t wait.