New Flat

My Balcony

My Balcony

I’ve finally moved into my new apartment (in Vera), got my internet connection going, so I thought I’d post some recent pics.  A few weeks ago Khatuna took some time off work to help me look for a new flat, so we got a copy of Sitqva da Sakme (the Georgian classifieds paper), scanned the Vera, Mtatsminda, and Avlabari sections for things that sounded attractive and reasonably priced.  K made the appointments, and for several days we wandered around the city, checking out neighbourhoods and visiting flats.  I had wanted to find something relatively inexpensive, so we started out with the more modestly priced advertisements.  Most of these turned out to have decisive disadvantages, like having little or no furniture, or being intensely filthy–grime descending from the ceilings and gurgling out of the drains–or so small that there wasn’t room to swing a cat and avoid hitting both the kitchen sink and the shower nozzle, while standing on the bed.  So we started looking a bit more up-market.

The entrance to the flat, the green door under the balcony.

The entrance to the flat, the green door under the balcony.

There were a number of decent places for around $300, in which I could probably have lived happily, but there was always something not quite right.  Eventually we visited the flat I subsequently chose and were delighted with it; even though it’s by no means ideal, it’s comfortable and relatively modern, and has a pleasant balcony from which one can see the leafy streets adjacent, the Tbilisi TV tower, and a slice of central Tbilisi.  The picture above shows the entrance, the green door under the balcony (not my balcony–my flat faces a different street).

My balcony (the white one) overlooking my new street.

My balcony (the white one) overlooking my new street.

Walking down this street and to the right gets one to the Rustaveli metro station in about 3-4 minutes; heading towards the left gets one to the Philharmonia in a similar period of time.  I quite like the neighbourhood; it’s a good deal more like a neighbourhood than my last flat–trees lining the streets, lots of little corner shops selling the necessities, kids playing football in the streets, and Barnovis qucha down one block with all its various stores.  My neighbours appear to consist only of two elderly women, one a former teacher, the other a doctor, who putter around between their apartments and their detached kitchens where they cook and watch tv.  They also tend to argue a lot, wailing extended, chunky clusters of vehement, urgent-sounding Georgian at one another.

The street onto which the main door opens.

The street onto which the main door opens.

On a Saturday, after having packed all my belongings and cleaned up the old apartment, Dato help Khatuna and me to bring everything to the new flat.  I’m still in the process of arranging things to my own liking, taking down various bizarre trinkets and pictures and starting to put up my own stuff.  But generally happy with the place.

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