Today I called the relocation company in charge of “integrating” us and asked about our temporary (housing) flat. I wanted to get the address (Darwinstraße 5B!) and phone number so that we can leave behind viable contact information. As I’m ending the phone call with dankes & auf wiedersehen’s, I casually ask what sort of internet connection we’ll have so that I can make sure to bring the correct modem.

That’s when it happened… the dreaded words no one wants to hear: “Oh, I’m sorry, but there will be no internet connection in your temporary flat, only an analog telephone connection”. Crap. All I can say is we’d better find our dream flat in record time.

In the meantime I’ve mapped out the nearest internet cafes and will attempt to update this blog & check email at least once or twice a week… but it’s a far cry from posting braless & shoeless in the comfort of your very own, temporary not-at-home home. I feel like thowing open the windows, and shouting “why, why, why!!” at the top of my lungs.

Oh well, that which doesn’t kill me makes me stronger… right?? Only, I’ll probably die.

On this day..

• Ireland. - 2007
• Whistle while you work! - 2006