Change...

...is something that I try as much as possible to avoid. The more change...the more I try to resist. Some people would say that's not a good thing, that change is good, and maybe it is, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it. I guess there're pros and cons to everything that occurs.

Ever since Nic and I got together almost 4 months ago, and I unofficially (at the time) moved in to her condo, we've pretty much had the entire place to ourselves. She did have a housemate at the time, but that girl was around so rarely she might as well not have been there. We hardly noticed when she moved out, it was such a non-event. Since then, we've been unable to rent out the rooms despite putting adverts into several different websites. Being that she has strict rules when renting out rooms to potential tenants (they need to be female chinese only), it does narrow the possibilities down somewhat. There were a number of calls, however most were from guys or non-chinese. Several other calls were from people who proclaimed interest, who made us run around cleaning up our messes because they suddenly wanted to come view the rooms...and then never showed up. (Bloody Bastards!)

Despite all that, there's been a real flood of interested tenants recently, all looking for last minute accomodation. I mean, if you want to move in in March, shouldn't you be looking for a place much, much earlier? About a few weeks ago, we successfully rented out the master bedroom to 2 sisters. That was a drama and a half in itself! One minute they're so hard up for the room that they insist to pay a deposit right then and there. Several days later, they're calling to ask if they can have the deposit back because they wanna get a whole unit with their friend. I mean like, dudes, make up your mind, can? Then they wanna think about it. Then they finally decide to stay.

In the mean time, there's another girl who says she wants to take up the small room. We think, 'Perfect. We can take the middle room then, and have a full house'. And then, 30 minutes after she was supposed to arrive to view the room, Nic calls to ask where she is and she's inconsiderate enough to say that she isn't coming because her girlfriend might want to see the place too and they'll only come view it after the Chinese New Year. And like an afterthought, she tells us that, oh, she might be taking the middle room instead. I mean, what the hell, man?

So she finally calls a couple of days ago and says she's back in town and she's changed her mind and wants to come view the single room the next day. She also wanted to move in a couple of days before the 1st of March with no extra rent. We're like, 'oooookay...sure' and Nic goes on to explain the usual rental stuff like deposits and such. Then later on that evening, she texts and says she wanted to move some of her stuff on that very same day, without ever having seen the room, and that she'll pay half of the deposit first, and the rest when she officially moves in on the 1st. We're like, 'huh', and basically agree to her request, however with the condition that we're unable to handover any keys to the house or room before the deposit's paid in full. After that, she never replied any texts or answered any calls Nic made to her until today.Honestly, I'm amazed at Nic's level of patience.

Then sometime yesterday (I was working so I dunno), Nic gets another call to view the middle room, and arranges a time. When I get home, there are 2 girls in the condo checking out the place already. Once they've left, I ask Nic what she thinks of them. "Doesn't look like they're gonna take the room," she says. Since we need to clear out our stuff from the master room by that night itself cuz the 2 sisters are coming to clean the room the next day, we have dinner and start moving our stuff to the middle room. After a few hours of sneezing from the dust and rearranging out stuff in the much smaller room, we're both bone tired. So around 11+ pm, we decided to shower and go to bed.

Things look good. We've managed to move most of our stuff into the new room and everything is arranged pretty nicely. However, that pleasant feeling wasn't destined to last very long. Just as I flop onto the bed, Nic exclaims, "Oh fuck! One of the new girls messaged me at about 10ish and said they're gonna take the middle room". >.<"

And so the exodus begins again...this time into a tiny closet of a room...shaped in such a way that the door only opens a crack when there's a queen sized mattress on the floor and I dunno if there's enough space for all our stuff.

Wish me luck. Cuz I'm scared that it'll only take a miracle to fit all our stuff in. Lol.

*Post edited at 8.45pm after correcting some of my facts...I have a baaaaad memory...* :P