New place, new day.

My first time in Dublin after moving from Galway and looking for accommodation with printed three pages of selected runner ups for new castle of mine, well partially mine as sharing is the only option on my wages. Hoped on the 41 aka Dublin ever on time public transport and on my way to first appointment with potential house mate. What a fecking shambles, house reeking of the  cigarette smoke was first sign that this is not the house I will live in. Second option so far so goof as curly hair dark skinned beauty opened door for viewing and then bring me to the living room for the killing as the firing squad of heir girlfriends sitting on the couch and firing the questions like I’m on death row. Anyhow they were fun and with my limited English we had some jokes about me cooking if she will do my clothes washing.

I said ‘me like the house’ and she said that she have few more people looking at the place so I  went to see the third place. Not so bad after all, the under the bridge is also nice and dry place so potentially good and I had told the guy let me see some more and I will come back to you. Evening start setting with sun slowly descending, when my phone rang. Girl from the second viewing said O.K you’ve got  the room and can move in. So I said cool that is great news, when she was like when I want to movie in ? In hour I said as it is getting dark outside and need to sleep before my first day in new job tomorrow. I think that if train hit her, she would be less out of breath than when she heard that. Anyhow, she is like after some minutes of silence , hmmm well the room is not free as the girl is still living in it but let me chat to her and I will call you back. Sure I will hang around the bridge, just in case another lucky one like me will try to get my bedroom behind pillar.

Behold the phone rang and I was in luck as the girl moved out to some friends house temporary so that I can move in. Who said girls are not fast and accommodating, at least in relation to accommodation.  So here I am at the airport luggage storage, pulling my bright yellow big Samsonite and backpack out and on the way to the bus stop. Dublin Bus 33 dropped me down on the main street of Swords village. Looking at the bus stop and trying to calculate next bus arrival time as you have only the starting time for bus journey in Ireland and then hoping to calculate the approximate time it takes to get from city center to the outskirts or as is called nursing home as if the bus actually will arrive  I will be pensioner. However since the math is not my strong side, the steam must evaporate form my ears as my brain was frying with all the calculations, as the car pulled to stop and nice old lady, more like granny pulled down the window and asked if I am allright. Maybe she mistaken my bright yellow Samsonite for the sun and thought that I am angel. Anyhow I said yea just trying to figure out time of the bus coming. She was like well… that depends…. but do you know where are you going she asked. Yea, Applewood I said with the print out of rental advert in my hand so that I don’t get lost. I did not even finished the sentence and she was already flanking the Samsonite into her car booth and pushing me inside the passenger seat. This is how the kidnapping looking in real life like. Before I knew it the breaks screeched and I was looking out through car window on the door of No 7 where I was while ago facing firing squad of the Irish lassies grilling me for the rental of the small room. Before I could say hi the granny already had my Yellow Samsonite out on the pavement and me beside, wishing me all the best luck in Ireland and drive off like Schumacher from pole position.

              Here I was, my first night in the new house, new town and tomorrow new job.