On Thursday night I moved in to my new place.
On Friday I went to a singles event in a bar. I felt so out of place I left after drinking a beer. Then I went to a nightclub and danced until 2am.
On Saturday I unpacked my two suitcases and two backpacks, which are the entirety of my belongings. Packing is easier than unpacking because I simply throw things into my suitcases, but when I unpack I must find things their proper place. If things don't have a proper place from the start it's easy (for me) to become accustomed to find them at whatever random place I unpacked it.
In the afternoon I went to the pool to cool off, because the meager Spring weather is over and it has become hot. The pool was full and they weren't allowing people in, so I went back home and slept in early.
On Sunday I went with my friend/boss and his family to his countryside home. I played with the kids and helped set up the pool and clean up in preparation for a birthday party for the kids, which is happening in three weeks.
While I was at the countryside, a cousin arrived from Mexico. He comes often, to buy t-shirts for his online store. I left him the keys for my place hidden so that he would be able to enter the apartment. I had to coax him into sleeping in my bedroom instead of taking the couch by transferring this stuff while he was taking a dump, because he wouldn't do so otherwise. I felt I hadn't had enough time to prepare my apartment for guests and I wanted to experience it in myself. The couch is pretty comfortable, but not enough for several nights. I think I will buy an air mattress and bed sheets to provide a better experience.
As he was about to go to sleep he complained about a whatsapp conversation with a client. It was the kind of interaction that makes you want to facepalm. I told my cousin: well, we all pay for our freedom in our own way, this is yours. That's very true, he said, and we laughed heartily.