We were expecting a baby and a one studio apartment isn't up to par. My partner had searched for months to find us a new apartment because apparently there are not enough apartments to go around. After an a deal for an apartment or two falling through, we got ourselves a new apartment.
The day had come to receive the key from the old tenant, so we arrived at the apartment at the time the letter from regio Fribourg stated. Ringing the doorbell, the old tenant opens the door and lets us in. My partner and he exchange words. I would have contributed something but my French is not very good and I don't really like talking to douche-bags. I avoid it at all costs.
The four of us (my partner's uncle accompanied us) waited for an hour for the civil servant to arrive. Not exaggerating.
Since I had all this free time, it gave us plenty of free time to look at our new apartment. It took us a total of three minutes. Then it hit me, there are no closets in this apartment. None! Sure there are cabinets in the kitchen and a medicine cabinet in the bathroom, but where was I suppose to hid all my shit! Where am I suppose to hid my shit!
The day had come to receive the key from the old tenant, so we arrived at the apartment at the time the letter from regio Fribourg stated. Ringing the doorbell, the old tenant opens the door and lets us in. My partner and he exchange words. I would have contributed something but my French is not very good and I don't really like talking to douche-bags. I avoid it at all costs.
The four of us (my partner's uncle accompanied us) waited for an hour for the civil servant to arrive. Not exaggerating.
Since I had all this free time, it gave us plenty of free time to look at our new apartment. It took us a total of three minutes. Then it hit me, there are no closets in this apartment. None! Sure there are cabinets in the kitchen and a medicine cabinet in the bathroom, but where was I suppose to hid all my shit! Where am I suppose to hid my shit!
There were many colorful words that I muttered under my breath, which seems silly as I was the only one who could speak English. The civil servant with very smart glasses arrived and there was a passing of the keys, from old tenant to new tenant.
I was pregnant in a foreign land in a new city with my partner of a year and to top it off our apartment was lacking in lights and closets. While I was unpacking all of our things in our new apartment, I couldn't help lament over the lack of closets. My big, swollen, pregnant self couldn't help shedding a few tears and that is were the idea for this blog was born.
For the Love of Closets!
