A Travellerspoint blog

Are you serious?

I wrote 8,446 words and 25 entries’ worth of STUFF for you lot on Sunday. While neglecting my house search and thesis prep*. So, no entries today, I need a break!

  • Had to do it in this order, can’t concentrate until I have the blog stuff done, or the things I want to write about disappear from my head, like smoke unto the wind, or something. Plus, spent yesterday afternoon frantically texting about possible houses. So I’ve actually done everything I can until there’s another place to look at.

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*so grateful*

I have been so shaken by the hostility from my neighbours / landlords * that whenever I go to work and get a friendly greeting from my colleagues, or even just walk down the street and have a short conversation with a kid wandering along, it is a shock. Hey! This person is genuinely smiling at me! And it is so relaxing to know that someone *doesn’t* hate me.

  • There needs to be a word to cover this dual concept. Neighlords?

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Tuesday evening


It’s quiet. Too quiet.

No music. No dogs. No roosters. No kids. No billiards table. No playing guitar in the yard.

Have they all got hangovers or what? It’s really, really weird. This hasn’t happened in MONTHS.

The next morning

I slept properly for the first time in a long, long time. I wasn’t cranky when I woke up. Guess sleep deprivation really, really affects me. I should really have known this, but I guess I was so sleep deprived for so long, I thought it was normal.

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Tuesday 9th June – 6 months, 24 days

A little place I looked at on Sunday afternoon was still available when I rang my contact today. Thank God, I was considering how living under a palm leaf on the beach might go. It was literally the ONLY option other than housesitting*or a room in Hotel Turismo, which at $550 USD a month was at the absolute limit of what I could afford for rent. Places go *really* quickly here. I rang about two on Saturday, after getting told about them on Saturday morning, only to discover they’d already been taken. Argh!

This little place is $225 / month, so it’s cheaper than my current house ($500 / month, but with a housemate, $250). The family are reputedly ‘lovely’ according to my other malae friends who live in the complex (the family live in a big house out the front and there are three or four little guest houses out the back; perhaps they used to be servants’ quarters? Who knows), and certainly they have been nice enough the two times I dropped by. They also offered to discount my rent a bit if I leave them my airconditioner when I go back to Australia, which I certainly didn’t expect. They don’t mind if I want to move my own furniture in (it’s not that I’m attached to it – it’s all absolute shit – it’s just that I’m used to it) and they don’t mind if I want to store the excess furniture in their shed until I can give it away.

I’m sure they are just *normal* people, but anyone who doesn’t glare at me this week seems like the friendliest person ever. Guess my social interaction radar is still a bit sensitive!

The place itself consists of one big bedroom, an Indonesian bathroom (so it’s another four months of washing myself with cold water with a dipper and tub: oh well, I’m tough), a little antechamber to the bathroom, a balcony, and a little separate hut for my kitchen (all the little separate rooms get their own kitchens).

It’s not that my current neighbours could really force me out before I had a place to go; I just don’t want to be in the Barbie Mutant Nightmare House a second longer than I have to be, now. I feel panicky whenever I have to go home. It’s a shame, because it’s a nice house in a nice area. I just can’t handle being around people who hate me and have no interest in understanding me.

  • I totally appreciate that people were being helpful, but I’m only here for four more months; housesitting for a month or two means I will have to house-sit for the next four months. I lost count of how many offers I was given to house-sit for a month, I got that many.

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I know what I’ll be doing in June, July, etc until I leave

EVERYTHING NON-STOP. I need to get out to Baucau, Manatuto and Suai for thesis studies; I really want to have some holiday weekends in Liquica, Baucau and Maubisse; my work is not going to let up; and OH YEAH I NEED A PLACE TO LIVE. I’m making a calendar to try to time the trips away.

Usually in Canberra I was extremely stressed when doing so; maybe I can do it here and practice being less stressed? Stranger things have happened. Although, am extremely stressed about not having new place to live yet and having to remain here with horrid neighlords. Argh, argh. I need a hug. And a place to live.

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