A Room of One’s Own

This afternoon was lovely.  I got back from the beach with a couple of friends, and then was finally able to go grocery-shopping because I am no longer living in a hostel and now have a KITCHEN.  I moved into my room today!  Thank God we have a little 3-person elevator in our building because I’m on the 3rd floor, and my suitcase has been teaming up with gravity to destroy me, basically.  Once I got there, the girl who’s leaving was all ready to go, and my roommate’s mom actually went with me to the store to get sheets because she knew of a good deal. 

Then we had a lovely lunch, complete with great company and great food (first plate was sliced tomato, fresh mozzarella, parsley, garlic, a little olive oil and salt, second plate was a delicious creamy mushroom pasta, and I brought some bread from a local bakery that we used to sop up any excess deliciousness).

Here are some pictures of my room, complete with pictures of the view from my window.  The balcony pictured in one of those shots is our little terrace in the living area!

I really love it, and the location can’t be beat.  There is a little bar across the street and a tae kwon do studio, and also a supermarket 2-seconds away.  Dad, I hope you’re listening (or rather, reading), on my 2-minute walk to the main train/bus station, there is an Indian restaurant with a plethora of delicious-looking things including several types of biryani and aloo tikki.  No sign of chaat, but my eyes are peeled!

I will post pictures of the surrounding area and the living areas another time, preferably when no one is around.  Also, good news, one of my friends lives near me, and we can walk home together at night.  Safety first last and always!