I am a creature of habit. I may be a perfectionist forever unhappy about everything, but once I do find a solution (not necessary a good one!) – I tend to stick to it. Ask my boyfriend. He had to learn really quickly to pre-plan the routes he takes with me, as once I start going one way, that is it forever, progress is overrated. So you can probably imagine how crazily stressful it is for me to go through the process of finding a new flat.
Or a house. Right now it seems as if all of the bloggers I love are moving into their brand new, bought-not-rented houses. And with the rate at which I skip from one country to another, well I am likely to settle down in a place I own somewhere around the age of 70 – so all of these posts… well… I guess what I am trying to say that I strive not to get too envious. Yet the thought of actually moving into my own house scares me so terribly the wait till 70 suddenly doesn’t seem so bad.
Oh my, finding a flat in Barcelona was a real nightmare.
Sure, a huge part of it all was the peculiarity of the Barcelona market and the fact we were constantly presented documents to sign in catalan… But that wasn’t the part that hurt most. There is just something so scary about even the smallest possibility of going homeless – even if it is an absurd one (we would just stay in an Airb’n’b longer after all). Can you even imagine it – never finding a new flat? Any flat? Even the smallest room?
On top of all of it, there was just so much chaos and uncertainty, people changing their minds at the last moment, and really weird places to see, and time sunk, and… 0/10 would not recommend. To anyone. Or any time.
But if you do have to go through the tedious process of finding a new flat, here are some of my lessons learnt. [Read more…]