My Pad

Here we are in Ireland! Cedric is completely moved in (not that he had much to do...pssh) and my room, for once, is clean! The apartment is quite a ways from the University (20-30 minute walk!?) but still, it's Ireland and I get to walk along the river and through winding little roads to get there.
Now, here are some extensive pictures of the apartment!

'K, so not quite to the apartment yet, put I'm always very impressed with plane technology (this one had movies, tv shows, and video games you could play by pulling the remote out of the arm rest and turning it into a hand controller. Wha!?) and Cedric is always happy to pose by the t.v. screen.

Probably the only time Molly will ever pose for a picture with Cedric. Apparently this counts as a public act of weirdness.

As part of our in flight dinner, they gave us these wrapped wedges cheddar, labeled "gourmet". In actuality, they were triangle shaped chunks of Velveeta.

Trekking through the Heathrow Airport.

yeah, there's a good idea.  Put this in our hallway...

So many knobs and things I don't understand! Our stove also has a bunch of knobs with icons meant to represent things that I didn't even know were necessary.

The door that Molly likes to think is a magical front hall closet...in reality it's the second door to her bathroom. It's fun to watch her be confused though.

Ireland does compact like nobody's business! Our kitchen/den is more then proof. It's pretty awesome though 'cause the window is facing our neighbor's kitchen window (literally, when you have both open the window panes hit each other), giving us extreme stalker points!

Crazy tiny fridge!

The tiny combo washer and dryer (??) Also, the stove has a on/off switch on the wall...

The hallway phone that has only one large black button.

Our front door is a fire door?? Also, trying to find the door to the apartment is difficult cause it's hidden away in this dark alcove. It's pretty sneaky like that.

The hallway leading to our rooms. I'm the closest on the right,  Molly's is the one on the left, and the one all the way down is Amadea's room.

Door way to my room of awesomeness, rightful labeled #1. Note the converse door stops.

It may look pink, but do not be alarmed! It is indeed a beige, AND I don't have to share it with anyone. WHOA NOW! The sink is rather frustrating though, the taps are so far away that the water streams don't mix. Leaving you to choose whether you want to use the hot or cold water.

The bedding was provided, but, as everything else in the apartment, it is just what someone else left behind, and is VERY worn...I try not to focus on how much this weirds me out.

Desk/shelves. Totally blew up my converter, by the way. It started smoking and crackling. I had to let it air out by the window for a while....

As organized as my wardrobe will ever be.

The view from my window!

Another view from my window.

Cedric diggin' the view.

Some people thought it very necessary to label all the cracks in the hall way outside the apartment.

Sorry it took awhile to post. I am currently practicing being an ill hermit while trying to conquer jet lag. And, Ireland does not believe in Nyquil or any other "this will knock you out for 8 hours" medication for that matter. Curse them and their lack of sedative antihistamines!