UK architecture. Looks amazing to a new-comer and I do get nostalgic when looking at it at times. When the sun is out, it's actually even beautiful. Even Aberdeen. BUT. Living in here is another thing. I can't stress enough how much I hate these houses and the non-existing insulation. The windows that let the wind, rain and snow inside. The fact that I have to keep my curtains closed all the time to minimise the draft. Floor-to-floor carpets EVERYWHERE. Luckily in my house there's no carpet in the bathroom but I've seen it. It's disgusting. Leaking roof. The amount of humidity inside the flats. But before a bit over a week ago, I had never experienced the worst so far, the heating breaking down. For over 4 days we had absolutely no heating in our house. 4 DAYS. IN FEBRUARY. UK doesn't hit minus degrees often, but as all Finns know, no matter how cold it is outside, it's always warm inside. But when the house leaks like a Swiss cheese and it's actually occasionally warmer outside than inside, it starts to be a problem. After finishing my Master's, I'm definitely out of Aberdeen. The housing here is absolutely ridiculous. I had to escape the coldness to library and I blame it also to my mild hangover on one morning because I had to go out to in order to go somewhere warm :P At least I got to wear in my new Icebreakers, as it was unthinkable to go to sleep without wearing a base- and mid layer.
|Okay, I'm still wearing two layers of merino wool though the heating has been fixed.|
Despite how much I hate my house, I have to say that the people I live with really make up for it. I love the fact that if I'm feeling really sluggish and sloth-y, no one hardly ever has objections to watching Spongebob or Futurama from tv. (There seems to be ALWAYS at least one channel that shows Spongebob and as some may know, I'm obsessed with Futurama so when ever it's on tv, I'm recording it) In general, I guess it's quite typical for Finns to spend the whole evening in the same room, minding their own business/watching something together, hardly speak at all and at the end everyone thinks that they've had a great night. You can always take the piss out of each other, and everyone just finds it hilarious. Though sometimes it's painfully spot-on but oh well :P
And of course there's our semi-adopted cat, Hitler. You gotta love Hitler.
|Hitler doesn't give a fuck.|