What to do with extra space

Before 8pm today, my apartment was pretty much empty. It had nothing in it except some bare furniture, food, and a huge messy pile on my desk.

And then my roommate moved in. The bedroom, which contained mostly a large amount of green linoleum flooring, became filled with bags, boxes, and a crowd of French people. One guy was riding around in rollerskates, with which he tested out my balcony. Another kissed my hand, while his friend asked me if it was a proper kiss (I was supposed to barely feel his lips). So far as I could tell, it was. Another guy was very excited at the prospect that both my roommate and I would cook (and that he would, consequently, come by to eat). In short, it was a zoo.

Now, she's left to eat at someone else's place. I'm still slightly in shock of not owning everything here any more. The bedroom floor is now almost full of her stuff. There's even a wooden coat hanger stand with a coat on it.

Another odd consequence of this thing, is that I now have desk space showing. She'd indicated, casually, that she had extra shelf-cubes, if I needed them to store stuff, which I took as a hint that she didn't like my messy desk in the living room. So, I cleaned it before she got here.

There are perks, though. There are some books in the bookshelf. And a whole lot more food around. This food includes some homemade preserves, which I'm entitled to, and that's pretty exciting. And she's gonna get an oven, too. If only she'd brought a couch, life would be perfect.

So, now my project of finding out how French people live has gone into its next phase. This will be interesting.