Motivation and Privacy

IN MY APARTMENT!! I was notified at 10:00 that I was moving into my apartment that day. At 4:00 a driver took me to the hotel, I packed my bags and he took me over to the apartments. It was a hot day. I had 2 super-sized suitcases, a rolley, a briefcase and two plastic bags of food. I was sweating profusely the whole time. I met the floor lady Svetlana and she checked me in. Her friend (another Svetlana) was also there and was hounding me constantly to get me to hire her to clean the apartment. I was certainly interested but not right away so she gave me her phone number. I said I would call her when I'm ready. She helped me with my bags (big husky Russian woman she is). The apartment was like a new lease on life. After 3 weeks in one room, this place feels like a palace. Organized bass-ackwards, but who cares. Its on the second floor with a huge steel door entrance. Must weigh a ton. Go in the entrance, you have the sink and shower room on the right side, with a small washing machine. Then you have a small closet with the toilet and a water heater mounted above it. They don't bother hiding the plumbing here, pipes all exposed. Straight ahead still on the right the kitchen, small gas stove (need matches to light it), a refrigerator and a table with 4 chairs. From the front entrance you go left and find first the bedroom then down the hall is the living room, with a small balcony. (Bass-ackwards, right?). The TV is a flat screen, I have DVD player with surround sound. Felt good to put on some music and listen on decent speakers. I have a cable for computer connection. In a few days I'll bring my computer home and start the process of getting on the internet.