I'm here

I cannot believe that I am making great lifestyle adjustments ...

To suit the size of my car

Mini Coppers are single people cars..where you buy two bags of groceries and eat an apple for brekkie

SXM crazy people

Why do I attract all the crazy people?
Why Lord?

Is this what people call "paying dues"?

Is it that my dues are to have a drama filled life? Lol

So July 1st, I finally left my small, ramshackle, stinky and hot AirBnB to move into my permanent (for now) lodgings. On June 29th the host had the audacity to send me a message along these lines " I prefer that you leave a good review or none at all"...whatthefackityfack?

Who do you think you are?

I did not respond to the host's message.

D-Day. I move out. Im now 80% comfortable. I have a washer, a working roof, warm water and cutlery (the things we take for granted) and doing my due diligence, I leave a luke warm review as AirBnB relies on reviews...not skewed panderings. Honeslty my review could've been much worse, especially since the appearance of the mouse in my room last week.

Yes..a mouse.

So after leaks, sewerage smells, and a whole host of other issues, now entering from stage right...a mouse.

So I put my diplomatic hat on and I gloss over all the issues to basically state - if you're on a budget and want to explore the area for a couple days or have a short layover - this is your best bet. If you don't fit this profile, the value for money just isnt there. I also gave a brief description of the space because I was sure as hell surprised when I finally arrived to the "lodgings".

Well yes!! Why did this host see it fit to send me a long harassing email including fun tidbits that he's been incarcerated for 6 years, I better watch my back, and Im not hot (really? To you? A jailbirdy? Oh my..heart is broken..cant you see it?).

Soo I then come to realise, not only is this host boldface he is also damn mad..and he played mad for the wrong damn person. My review probably stemmed the number of bookings  he would've got. However, stepping out like that? I am now reporting his ass to Airbnb - as far as I'm concerned he's a scam artist...so..reported and case has been opened.

Second madman.

I - because I was desperate - took my beloved mini to a backyard mechanic just to change the front brakes..that's it..simple front brakes.
Not only does the guy have me wait for 45 minutes for him to appear, he appears without tools AND A JACK and vex with me that I dont have any in my car, but then he lost a part of my front sensor and was ORDERING me to go get crazy glue to glue the sensor back on to the brake setup..

Eh? Crazy glue you say? Man come out my damn car so I can go my way please!

Perhaps it is men of a certain ilk, class in SXM that have this antagonistic/old school relationship with females...I find it highly disconcerting...however I dont have to deal with it

So all in all...the men here damn mad

But!! My car is registered!! I legal (at least to drive on the road)

Fresh queen of Belair

I've moved in!!

After a month of living out of a bag and not too particularly comfortable either, I've Finally moved in.

After the event last night, I went to get the car sorted.
9'20am to 2'20pm the guy worked. Consistent work for 5hrs. If he took a 10 minute break throughout that time, that's a lot.
I kid you not.

The car was in a mess. Parts of it still are. But the beauty of the machine is now apparent.

Cut to hurrying over to the airbnb, grabbing my bags and shooting to cost u less to get some vitals (as well as frozen food while I wait on my pots).
Get over to the house, unpack the whole car and I start to wipe down items, and then mop aaanndd wipe more again..

It is now 8.16pm. I am showered, exhausted and in bed. My feet ache, my back hurts,my sheets are too small but I'm finally here!!

Belair!