New Harbor Town

Well, here I am, in Marseille. I should probably change my blog header sometime, to a more French and less Swedish theme. I wanted to change it to a picture of our awesome Göteborg harbor view in the last flat but I've moved on to bigger, dirtier and poorer now as far as flats & harbor towns go.

Needless to say I didn't get the flight attendant job at Lufthansa, I had a phone interview and my Hoch Deutsch was NOT "sehr gut" as I had claimed, haha. Their loss!! I worked as a karaoke DJ for 2 nights and it was fun-ish, I didn't go to the interview for the casino because screw it, and I got a full-time job offer to work at a daycare which I then declined when it was already too late, or almost too late, depending on your sense of ethics. Anyway, while on an amazing, epic family cruise these people tried contacting me telling me I was accepted to a volunteer program (all expenses taken care of, and then some) in Marseille. They wanted me to come on Nov 1, 2 weeks from then and I was like hail naw, I'll come on November 8. Well it wasn't that simple. It was a horribly difficult and emotional situation in trying to decide if it's worth it to leave Christoffer. It's a definite amount of time, which makes it better. It's a long amount of time, which makes it harder. I'll be back for Christmas, which makes it easier. All in all I decided to take the opportunity. Long story short, I'm young now and can't do shit like this when I have kids!

Back to now. A nice German girl picked me up at the station and took me to my flat. I think my roommates will be 2 guys and then "2 Spanish guys."
"So all guys?" I ask
"No, you have the 2 Spanish guys too"
Well I already saw one of the Spanish guys (male) so far so I guess one of the "2 Spanish guys" is a girl.

My room was dirty, with no furniture besides a broken bed sans mattress. Luckily my new German neighbor (who lives across the hall) will be at her boyfriend's tonight. So I'll sleep in her bed in their much nicer apartment, hopefully just one night. Maybe the "productive" French will, against all odds, clean my room, buy me a new bed and the rest of the furniture, all in one day! Well I just found out that I clean it when I move in... So I hope there are ample cleaning supplies, like I like... I assume I'll be staying in this girl's room for a while, living from my very well-packed suitcase.

Not much else to update on now, except that I can't go on a walk around the neighborhood because we apparently live in the ghetto. Shit. And even here our closest grocery store closes at 7:30. I thought this was a big city!!!

Looking forward to more discoveries and new adventures...