To put it bluntly, the first 24 hours of living with Julie have been Magical! I entered the apartment wide-eyed and bushy tailed. Julie gave me the warmest of welcomes by locking herself in the bathroom for most of the day and blasting Spice Girls, while my parents and I brought stuff in from my old apartment. When I asked where I should put things she was nice enough to come out of the bathroom to point to the alleyway behind the apartment building, it was so considerate! Sure, it wouldn’t be very practical to store my things outside but I didn’t want to be rude and nit pick the details after she was so sweet to make the suggestion. I have taken to organizing my stuff inside the apartment. It’s been tough but I’ve managed to put my stuff where it can't be heard or seen, as to Julie’s request. Most importantly, I’ve made sure I always have an available route of escape.
But really things have been good. I know she is the one now because she tells me every day. I even get a whole 45 minutes of speaking time EVERY DAY! It's amazing! I never thought living with a girl could be so rewarding. My days are filled with Sex in the City, Cosmopolitan, Exfoliating Creams, and talking about boys. Yep, I'm living the life now. I hope to see friends and family again, but I have a sneaking suspicion Julie is trying to have me deported. She's always on the phone, speaking in what I think is Portuguese, about "Deporting o menino branco"
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