…but now I want to move out.

After missing meeting everyone at Domkyrkan (I’m not sure how..poor positioning on my part during the massive rain storm), I went over to Jysk (bed/bath store) and got a few more things for my room. I also stopped at a store called ONOFF to buy my hair dryer and straightener. Those things do not run cheap anywhere in Sweden…I got the cheapest one I could at around 70 bucks :/

I came back and thankfully got in contact with Nick again and him, me, and Kena planned to meet at the Town Square to walk around later that night. It’s good knowing you’re not the only one having a rough time sometimes. I had to get groceries at this point despite not seeing any of my other hallmates, but thankfully I found a grocery store 2 blocks down the street. I only got a few things (bread, butter, cucumber, turkey, milk, cereal, nectarenes, saltines, and laughing cow cheese) to hold me over until I feel like making real food. Overall, I just want to feel “normal.” I don’t want to speak Swedish yet. I don’t want to make food. And oddly enough, I definitely don’t want to shop. Sigh. Anyway, I felt like a bit of an idiot at the grocery store because I forgot to purchase bags (never free in Sweden!) and had to get back in line. The cashier and some other dude were confused as to who left their groceries on the line…oops. I gotta remember that.

When I arrived back to the apartment, one guy was in the kitchen and since I had to put groceries away, I went in to talk to him and really scope out the place for once. His name is Mustafa and he’s a doctoral student at Uppsala. He told me about the kitchen and how I could clean out a cabinet and make it mine, as well as a freezer drawer. This is where it gets disgusting. The kitchen is a major pig sty. We’re not just talking a couple dirty dishes, oh no. There’s rotton food in the fridge/cupboards/freezer (some beef was complety out of the packaging and apparently some Chinese students left it there and according to Mustafa I could “clean it out and claim it.” Sick. Then the kitchen smells like something died…there is so much trash under the sink and recycling to be taken out. Plus, the cupboards look moldy/have old newspapers in them. Oh and tons of flies. I can’t even stand to be in this place for more than a few minutes! (Which explains why I only had saltines and cheese for dinner…) He showed me other important things, but by the end, I was ready to break down. I do not want to live in this place. If this is what it looks like now with only 2 others living here, what’s it going to look like later?! Not to mention, I have to share a shower with 4 guys and you know that is going to get disgusting no doubt. I feel awful now and I wish everything was better and I lived somewhere else. I e-mailed the main housing office asking for a switch, but there is a major shortage of housing this year…of course.

In an attempt to pull myself out of my funk, I met Kena and Nick to walk around the city. We went up to the castle and hung out. There was also this weird old car…parade? going on while we were walking around. It was also unusually hot…you know I’ll miss that come December. We’re all going to IKEA tomorrow to get things like alarm clocks and hampers.

So anyway…I really really hope I can move. This is making me awfully depressed and it doesn’t make me want to look forward to anything.