I try to keep it short and simple (I guarantee it won`t be short but my hope is dying at last!): My first night in my new home as well as my second one was hideous, a thrilling awful experience!

I had a good  firm mattress on the floor which belonged to Daniel who was staying at his old flat. I was extremely tired and expected to sleep within seconds. My new linen and quilt cover I had bought in the afternoon was washed and tumbled in a laundry a stone throw away. The only thing which could stop me from sleeping was my ever working brain, I thought. But I was completely wrong: On the other side of the street is a huge tree, home of masses of bats which make a lot of noise in the evening. My quilt cover which I used without any quilt due to temperature consists of cotton and polyester… – probably 2% cotton and 98% polyester! I started sweating under the bed sheet which lay on my body like a plastic bag, stopping my skin from breathing. The house next to ours has an air con which runs all the time. As we had already noticed at noon when we put the first load of our belonging in, the house has a cockroach problem. Probably it wasn’t sprayed with bug protection stuff like it is required by law in Queensland. When I got up at night and switched the kitchen light o three big fat cockroaches quickly moved on the floor on the kitchen table and on a shelf to escape from the lit up spots. I caught one cockroach in a plastic box and released it outside … okay…it threw it out of the window but I am very sure this pesky creature wasn’t harmed by that short sky diving experience. Although I don’t like these animals contaminating everything with their poop, I will not kill them if I catch them. Unfortunately there is no realistic alternative to spray or nest kill baits to get rid of them. Isaac Street should be a quiet street  – according to James research. What a huge blunder. It is a shortcut or an insider bypass for lots of vehicles including big trucks. If it was a constant sound of cars passing by like at Moggill Road, I possibly could adapt to it but it isn’t and some car driver are testing their Formula 1 qualities which means excessive acceleration actions when they turn into Isaac Street. I am so yearning for speed bumps which force cars to slow down. Such bumbs are very common on Australian streets in residental areas. Noise insulation: Fail!  The windows have only single glazing and the walls are hollow and thin. James’ and my room have double doors which look like window blinds. They are not even solid but let you look through from some angles. I can hear James and his dog Biscuit in the breathing in the adjacent room when I listen carefully. The second night another neighbours had a party brewing, starting before 10:00 pm and not finishing before 6:15 am! Closing the windows was not effective, only creating a hot and sticky climate in the house. James got up before 6:00 am, walking his dog. Although he was really careful to reduce sounds to a minimum, I woke up by the noise and started scratching my ankles. I had no trouble with mosquitoes so far but now I was blessed by 10-15 bites all over my ankle area. The next day we discussed the option to cancel the rent contract if there is a cool down period in which you may change your mind and to abdicate by paying just a small fee. – There is not such a loophole in the contract…no way to get out of it without losing a massive amount of money.

I was frustrated and feeling every aching muscle of my shattered body. My lack of sleep, the expectation of party-terror neighbours, creepy bugs everywhere and street uproar mixed with noises caused by us when stepping on the floor was overwhelmingly depressing. Furthermore we had no fridge, no washing machine, nearly no fresh food, no filtered or natural sparkling water in the house… and no 4th tenant to reduce the rent each of us has to pay…

I am glad to tell you that we already could sort some of these annoying things out but some problems – especially the noise issue for James’ and my room will remain. What I love about my body is: when it gets too tired, I can even sleep behind a jet engine and fade out everything what is going on around me. What I don’t like about my body is: It really needs to be totally exhausted to react like that…it took three further days/nights and lots of physical stress before I reached that level…

No worries, mates, although it is getting hotter every day and things continue to be “challenging” – to put it nicely – I am still healthy and  positive that this house will more and more be transformed to a tidy place that I will remember with a smile on my face.

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