Hindsight, they say, is 20/20. That’s probably true. I remember last July I walked all over the place is Parque del Plata and saw not one aquilo sign. Not one. I tried different streets and different areas. Nada. I tried calling and the only thing were these apartments that I knew wouldn’t allow me the privacy I needed (no private entrance, overheard conversations, everyone knows your business and sees what you do, and asks nosy questions, etc). I asked a couple of my friends who said, “Oh no, no rentals here, either.” When I finally found the Oven, I figured i’d landed the One and Only Place Left. Only to find that all over that neighborhood were Aquilo signs, both temporidad and annual. I saw places that I wished I had taken. I told myself, “Maybe next year.” Many are still vacant, I’m sure. I wonder about some places, why they never get taken. Something tells me if they haven’t been snatched up, for sure there’s a good reason for that.
At this point, the challenge continues. Where to go. My temporary place is that. Temporary. I have this month and the rent is paid. But as for next month, I don’t know, and I’ve stalled a week to decide. I can’t decide until I see what’s out there. But I told my landlady today I’m still waiting on the bank nuisance. Well, that’s true, too. That’s not straightened out yet.
I’d love to stay here, but the rent’s more than I can afford. I’m not sure how this place handles winter. Never mind the leaks and the bugs. I said nothing about that, I’m just dealing with the bugs, putting up with it and mopping up after the fridge. I tell myself if I’m still here next month maybe I’ll unplug the fridge so I won’t have to mop up constantly.
I can’t afford to move, can’t afford not to. I don’t have the energy to pack anyway. I don’t have energy to look for a place. I try, but so far, not much but places for tourists. I hate the thought of having to move at the last minute again, or having to throw my stuff away.
Mostly, I get nothing done, I collapse most days, not much energy left now. Some of the time, when people ask, I smile and say everything’s fine. Cuz if I am honest, I get accused of whining. Oh please. That’s only because people don’t like honesty, they like pretty stories with frosting on top.