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So I’ve moved again.  I am now staying in the “volunteer house” for an organization called CasaSito.  It’s nice because it’s more or less cheaper than normal housing because it’s set up for short term stays.  I now have my own room, a bed, and a door with a key.  I am happy.  I found the place through Melissa.  I’m here with her and 3 other girls.

This will now be my 4th place here in GT.  I’m actually liking the fact that I can pick up and move all of my stuff in 1.5 hours and am going to try to keep it this way.  I consider it a benifit to be able to pick up and move on a whim.  No ties… kind of keeps the options open…

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I`m not sure whether it`s the shared bathrooms, cold showers, general lack of toilet paper, living and eating in the workplace or what, but I`ve finally come to the conclusion that living in a hostel is not much fun.  It`s ok for a few days… a few months is a different story.  It wasn`t too bad when I had my own private room, however, that lasted for only about 1 week until the tourist season picked up.  Now it`s the norm to have 5 other people (who in a few select cases have all been snoring at once) in my room each night.

Originally I was able to have two beds, one for my stuff (which was spread out all over the bed in a semi “organized” way) and one for myself.  I knew things were going downhill when I came home one night at 2:30am from work only to find a sleeping body in place of all of my belongings.  All of my things had been moved to the bed where I was sleeping.  Too tired to care, I basically pushed everything to one side and jumped into bed.   This is the state it`s remained in for about a week and a half.  I am now profoundly unorganized and pretty much ready to not live in a hostel.

The clincher came about 2 days ago when I was looking for my flipflops.  I use them in the shower (because millions of other people use it each day).  I was quickly able to find one and easily found another slightly similar one that somebody had left behind.  I continued to look for my other flipflop while knowing deep down what had really happened… needless to say, I`m now going punky brooster style and wearing two different flipflops now.

This has lead me with no other decision but to move into an apartment.  I can`t really beat free room and board, but my psychological well-being has recently become a priority.

Fortunately, I didn`t even have to look around for a place.  My friend Melissa told me about a house which is generally reserved for volunteers and has an opening in mid August.  The rent is cheap and even includes  internet and computers to use for free (this is a huge plus).  I`ve already gone through the process of signing up to live in this place and will be moving in Aug 13th.  Being completely unable to wait until then to move, I`ve decided to sublet my other friend`s apartment while she is away.  I`ll be moving in there Aug 1st…

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Since working at 2 bars wasn`t enough, I`ve decided to begin living at one…

I`ve worked out a deal with the owner of Kafka and am now living in the hostel gratis (don`t worry, I`m getting paid too).   It actually seems like it`ll be a good deal, I get to live there for free, and in addition, whenever I`m working at either of the two bars I can eat for free. 

And for those of you who are thinking of visiting, have no worries, there`s enough room for everybody… I now have my own personal room with a bed for almost every day of the week.  I have a room with 3 bunkbeds and a window.  I`m going to have to work on getting a shelf up or something so I`m not litterally living out of a suitcase, but for the time being, I`m happy with just having a private room.  

Unfortunately, this all means that I will no longer be staying with Stella and the fam.  Though it was great and some of the best times of my life, I really can`t afford to continue living there.  Fortunately, Kafka`s is only about 4 blocks from Stella`s house, so I`m sure that I`ll be running into them all of the time.