When I moved to Nairobi, I was very nervous about what kind of room mates I was going to have. Having lived with one person for the past 5,5 years, it was weird to think that during my time in Kenya, I might share a house with several strangers, or at best, new friends.
Since I arrived on Jan 31st, every one of the people living here at the time have moved out. Except for me.
The Ugandan and I only stayed here together for my first month and a few weeks later the American moved in.
The Indian flew back home a couple of weeks ago and that's when the Swiss moved in.
The German moved out not long after that, which left room for another American to move in.
And there you have it. Suddenly I'm the one with seniority at the flat - in regards to time spent in Kenya, but also actual age. Now all of the tenants are interns (one for the Swiss Embassy, one for UN Women and one for WFP) and trying to make the most of Nairobi on a budget. They are ready to crack open a bottle of wine in case there's a blackout and they're always up for another episode of Top Chef.
No further changes in tenants are expected as I should be the next to leave.......... which will be in 54 days - as my newly installed countdown calendar on my web browser tells me.
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