La Vie Et La Danse

I don’t even want to get into the reasons I’m moving unexpectedly to another apartment. (My former roommate morphed into frigid b*tch and her layabout boyfriend was basically living with us.) Instead, I wish to focus on my adorable new Galata area home!
It’s tiny compared to my old apartment, but plenty big enough for me. It’s a corner building, which means my many (doubled paned!) windows (so many that I struggled to find a lady willing to clean them all) face east, west, and north, with one bay window facing south. I even have an itty-bitty balcony. Welcome, smokers!
It’s got two decent-sized rooms–a bedroom and a living room–plus a well-appointed kitchen, a corridor that I plan to utilize to the max, as though it were a real room, and a nice bathroom. Well, the bathroom will be nice after the contractor finishes raising the sink and adding the built-ins.
Moving on your own isn’t easy, though. Especially when you don’t have a car. And when you do hire a car, it can’t easily approach your door because there’s a television show being filmed in your neighborhood. Yesterday, I came via taxi with a dresser, small table, suitcases, and et cetera. The contractor insisted it was a better idea for him to meet the taxi at the bottom of the hill instead of maneuvering our way up to my street. I tried to tell him I had too much stuff for that, but men don’t always listen. Luckily, once my possessions had all been unloaded onto to curb, and the contractor was scratching his head, “Hmm, you do have a lot of stuff”, this man with an empty wagon rolled our way.
“Müsait misiniz?” I asked hopefully. (“Are you free?”)
He was, so we loaded everything onto his wagon and he got an excellent workout pushing it up the short but steep hill. He seemed pleased with the 10 lira I gave him for his help. The taxi driver had suggested I give him five!