I moved out of the most comfortable hostel ever yesterday. Now I'm living in a tent.
My first day of work was two days ago. It was stressful, but it went pretty quickly. I go back tomorrow. After a night in a tent.
I'm looking forward to getting paid.
I want a better place to live. I was trying to get a room in a flat with a girl I met at the hostel, but the landlordlady -who said that she would rather give the second room to me because I'm a girl and because I'm already friends with the girl I'd be sharing common spaces with- still gave it to the guy who arrived to look at the place way way later than he said he would. Thus the tent.