So far flathunting in a new city has been an adventure. Now, looking for a place to live is one of those universal frustrations. The contrarians among you will now say something like “actually, I rather like looking at all those different places.” That’s silly. Nobody likes uncertainty, except the truly perverse, and we all have an internal “den” impulse where we like the security afforded by our own space.

I am a spaceless man of late. Here’s a photo of my dorm room:




I know – gorgeous. It is a "holiday flat", which means dorm room in translation. Especially admire the duvet cover. Thankfully, though, I have had a place to keep my stuff for the last three days, a place with interweb access, where I can look for flats on-line and summarily be rejected by landlords because they don’t care for my dog Penny. How could anyone hate this gentle being? How could anyone reject this wee beast?




Yet she is flatly rejected without so much as a sniff or growl. For West Highlanders, the Glaswegians aren’t very welcoming to one of their own.

As for me, I am getting along in grand style. Orientation is this week (please be trust falls, please be trust falls) so I will have plenty of opportunities to be awkward with the other internationals. I will, of course, post any mishaps or follies. Cheerio!

Ian