After everything being closed here for the Easter holiday week, shops, offices and estate agents were open again this week - which allowed me to resume my search for a new place to live.
The week seemed to get off to a good start. Until now, one of the biggest challenge is that estate agents wouldn't even allow me to view properties unless I could prove a "salary" of thousands of euros. This week, a handful of the possibilities I called said that they would phone me back with a time to go and see the flat...
... except that it didn't happen. When I got no calls, I sent text messages and left voice messages, but there's been nothing but silence this week. I haven't seen a single house... and when I finally got one lady on the phone, she told me the flat had already been rented out. What a singularly unproductive week!
Then, this morning, while doing my supermarket shopping, I ran into an English lady, an old dog-walking friend that I hadn't seen for a few months. As we got talking and I explained why she's not seeing me in the old neighbourhood any more, she replied, "Oh, I wish I'd known. We have two flats that we rent out and we just let one of them last week!"
I couldn't believe my ears. That seemed incredibly "bad luck" ... or could it be that God didn't open that door for me because He still has something better in mind? I so hope that's the case, because it's really hard to reach the middle of April and still have no options at all on the horizon.
