No, Really, I Am an American

We got a new roommate today. Her name is Evelina and she transferred to MM from a Tokyo branch.

I don’t know what to quite make of her yet. Darya claims that it won’t work. I’m more apt to give it a chance.

She arrived earlier than we expected. LS had told us she’d probably come after 3:00PM. She came a little after noon or so.

Darya and I were a bit flustered. We hadn’t expected her and thus, the apartment was in a bit of disarray — Darya’s luggage was out and I was in the midst of making tamago (aka scrambled eggs). I was a little embarassed at the condition of the place, and I think Darya was, too.

Of course, we weren’t the only ones to make a “bad” first impression. Evelina was startled by the size of the apartment, having come from a much bigger one. She made mention of the size quite a few times. It left me feeling unsettled.

She hasn’t come back yet. She left about twenty minutes after arriving to go pick up her work visa. I hope she makes it back to the apartment okay.

I also hope her futon comes. It was supposed to arrive yesterday, but when they delivered it, neither Darya or I were here to receive it. They’re supposed to just come in and drop it off, but they didn’t do that.

Here’s to hoping…