I just picked up the keys to my new apartment. There are 8 of them in all! I figured out the three that get me inside. It's going to take awhile to work out the rest. Of course, I couldn't ask my absentee landlord. She just left the keys with the neighbor. I've never seen the woman. Our only contact has been via phone, email, or third-party. It's such an odd situation.
I toyed with the idea of bringing one of my duffle bags with me, trying to do a gradual move-in over a few days. But it was raining, and the thought of carrying the big ol' bag on two buses was just too much. I'm going to have to bust out the bucks and take a taxi on Saturday. That's probably the safest thing to do.
Speaking of safety...
Last week a teacher mentioned that one of her students had been mugged. Last night, one of my students said he was threatened with a knife by a kid on the street. He said he scared the kid away, but I could tell he was shaken up by the events. I know it worries me. It happened not too far from the school. And this is in Heredia, a supposedly safe area. In broad daylight.
I'm beginning to think it's not a matter of if
I'll get mugged, but only when
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