...and it's not a joke, it's my life. Like running through Wenceslas Square in the snow to catch a tram. That kind of European thing that makes me do a mental double take. There's also the routine grocery shopping and slipping in snow/dirt/sludge seventeen times a day and job-hunting which is No Fun At All. It's not all a fairy tale here in Praha.
So yeah, I'm living in a "flat share". Which means I have my own nice big room set on a hallway with a bathroom on each end and a kitchen in the middle. Well....a "kitchen". One sufficient for my style of cooking eggs, pasta, and sandwiches. It's also in a neighborhood I already know and 5 minutes from a main metro.
Cross digs off the to-do list.
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