I just got started on the move, but things are going fine. Of course I loved this place while I was in school. It was only about a ten minute walk from my front door to the campus. The bus stopped about fifty yards away and I could watch it’s progress on my phone and walk outside as it was pulling up. Then it would drop me off right in front of where I wanted to go. At any rate my new roommate is an unusual guy, he seems to make his living on betting sites. The guy is obvious a math genius and you would be a fool to play poker for money with him. If I were doing what he does I would need a calculator or an app to tell me what the right move is most situations, but he knows it all instantly. He seems to care almost nothing about the money the way that a normal guy does.
At any rate I knew this guy when I was growing up and I ran into in a bar about six weeks ago. I told him I needed a new place to live. At any rate he asked me if I liked birds and dogs. I laughed and asked him if he still had his white cockatiel. I think that is how you spell it at least. He told me that he had the bird, it was older than he was and it hated to be left alone. I was shocked at how little he asked me to pay in rent, because he was only interested in getting me to look after his hound dog and that bird. The bird seems delighted to have a new friend. In fact I started to wonder if it remembered me from when I was a kid.