Moving and the New Apartment

Because of the amount of bags that Patrick and I had it took a couple of days to fully move. When ever we would go to the new apartment to see the other teachers we would haul as much as we could fit in the taxi with us.

After the first night in the new apartment I was sitting in the office at work when Dave walks in. He said about one sentence if that then drops a note on the desk in front of me. I no longer have the note but it basically called both Patrick and I ignorant, disrespectful, unappreciative, and homophobes among other things. He also made comments about how we left the apartment a mess when we moved. I went about my morning going to classes and dodging running children in the hallway. During one of my hour breaks Dave walked into the teachers' lounge. I seized the opportunity to get some things straight. I looked at him and said, "Dave, I need to tell you something. Patrick and I are not the same person. You cannot keep blaming me for things that he did." I then started to walk out the door to get my daily "Egg McMuffin". He began telling me that I am indecent because I allowed him to sweep dirt and trash into a pile in the middle of the living room. I calmly responded with: "I am not Patrick's maid or mother or wife or caretaker. I am not Patrick." I then closed the door and walked down the stairs to go outside. I reached the bottom of the steps and found Dave behind me yelling at me about how I am disrespectful and should respect him because he respects me. He was yelling at me in front of students and parents who were arriving for class. I calmly looked at him and said, "Dave, I'm not going to argue with you in front of these parents and children." I started walking off but Dave continued to follow me and yell at me. I finally turned around, looked him right in the face, and told him to "Fuck off." This must have worked because he left me alone so I could go get my "Egg McMuffin".

Now these Egg McMuffins were the highlight of my morning. A street vendor had a sort of bar-b-que looking contraption with a skillet on the top. He would fry an egg then stick it in the middle of a flakey pita-looking pocket. Even without the greasy egg in the middle, the bread was delicious! Whenever I would go to this man's shop all I had to do was hold up a finger to tell him how many I wanted and he knew exactly what to do. You can't beat that delicious breakfast for about $0.25!

The new apartment was great! Not only was the apartment great but the people were easy to live with as well. We lived in a huge building with elevators! Our apartment was on the 20th floor out of 25. The apartments were set up similar to a suite. Once you got to our floor you would unlock our front door. But then there was a small hallway with three more doors. These doors lead to the actual apartments. Patrick ended up living with a nice 19 year old guy named Dan and I ended up with a nice early-twenties girl named Elizabeth. My apartment was quite small but it sure beat living with Dave. The floors were clean for the most part, there wasn't a horrible mystery smell in the kitchen or bathroom, and we had gas for our stove! The best part is that I had an actual bedroom now! I even had a closet! The view from my room was quite nice. I had a large half circle window that I could see the TV tower from and I could see the courtyard on the 8th floor of our building.

I saw Dave only a handful of times after the move and was not too upset about that.

Pictures of our second apartment.