...I am. Well, I exaggerate actually. Stephan is doing most of the searching. I'm visiting (when my work schedule allows), looking at Internet montages of potential candidates and vetoing. The thing is, though, on Saturday, we found an amazing apartment. It's small (but so are we), has an open, i.e. "American-Style" kitchen, which makes the whole living-room area great for dinner parties and the hugest terrace/balcony deal I've ever seen. It's gorgeous and I want it to be mine. Other important side notes: it's like, a block over and a block up from where we live now, so the neighborhood stays awesome, it faces out into the back courtyard, so you don't get any of the street noise, the neighbors are allegedly relaxed about barbecuing and parties (which the terrace really begs for), there's a bathtub (despite the outrageous price of warm water and utilities here, I'm a bath addict), aaaand what is not necessarily a given in terms of German apartments: it comes with a kitchen. Y'see, here people buy their own kitchens at, like the home-depot equivalent and take them with them from apartment to apartment. It's real weird, seeing an apartment with nothing to designate the kitchen as such except a tile floor. But bathrooms do come with toilets. And sinks. And either a bathtub/shower or a shower. It's fun and exciting. Late-breaking news flash: apparently we have the apartment. I know there should be an exclamation point there, but I'm just so afraid it's not really going to work out the way it's "planned", I can't let myself set my hopes too high.
However, this is slated to be another short post--I have my Volkshochschule (it's like a super-well-organized adult ed) Course in forty-five minutes. Got to get prepared to get my business on for two and a half hours. Whee!
Till next time.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
homemade ginger tea
Soooooo...as usual, it's been a while. Things here on the Eastern Front are going ______.
Roomates are definitely still crazy (latest example: Stephan's brother Max spends his school vacations with us. It's tradition. He's 16, we live in a big cool city...it's logical, too. So they know this is the trend, and Stephan texts them to let them know we're coming home and they actually say "no, it's not okay. we agreed you'd tell us before hand. we don't want Max to come." I mean, what cheek! firstly, they got told--it's not like we just showed up or something, and secondly, they didn't say 'man, we've got a lot of stress, etc. etc. could we make it another time, or could he not come for as long'. They just said no. Which leads me to believe it's really just them being contrary bitches. )
So yeah, no real need to discuss that more thoroughly--they're just ridiculous. In more exciting, fun news, Henry was here last week. He was officially the first Kenyon person to mercilessly track me down and sleep on my couch--and it was really really cool. I'm always paranoid when people come visit me, because people judge. It's what they do. And no one's necessarily comfortable with the idea that their life is being given the once-over. Especially since I'm pretty sure noone from Kenyon would have imagined me playing with a fucking handpuppet for a living. But it works. For now. The weird thing was, having someone there made me see my life and where I live in a totally different light. I mean, you get used to anything (I've been told after 21 days), and I totally take all the cool things about Berlin and my life in general for granted. So having Henry here really made me see everything afresh. Or anew. Or whichever word you'd use in that context. I mean, my job pays decently, I live in an awesome city with an awesome boyfriend and yeah...it's pretty damn cool. Despite what I might write here.
Cool news of the moment is that Stephan got his slot in the biochemistry department at the Freie Universitaet, which has been his dream thing that's been on hold for the past few months. He was out of his head with glee last night when he got the letter. I'm ecstatic too, because it really is what he want to be doing. And there's not much cooler than that. So we toasted last night with Havanna Club (one of the beautiful things about not living in a country with a Cuban embargo: cuban rum) and rocked out over it.
Fortunately, I've got this week half-off, so I can catch up on communications/sleep that off. I've been emailing all freaking afternoon. It's been intense. And somehow, I don't feel all that productive. Probably because I'm putting off sending some pretty important onces...oops. Oh well. However, I'm banking on having more time to post later this week (probably a false assumption) and dishes are calling, so I'm going to go play housewife.
Roomates are definitely still crazy (latest example: Stephan's brother Max spends his school vacations with us. It's tradition. He's 16, we live in a big cool city...it's logical, too. So they know this is the trend, and Stephan texts them to let them know we're coming home and they actually say "no, it's not okay. we agreed you'd tell us before hand. we don't want Max to come." I mean, what cheek! firstly, they got told--it's not like we just showed up or something, and secondly, they didn't say 'man, we've got a lot of stress, etc. etc. could we make it another time, or could he not come for as long'. They just said no. Which leads me to believe it's really just them being contrary bitches. )
So yeah, no real need to discuss that more thoroughly--they're just ridiculous. In more exciting, fun news, Henry was here last week. He was officially the first Kenyon person to mercilessly track me down and sleep on my couch--and it was really really cool. I'm always paranoid when people come visit me, because people judge. It's what they do. And no one's necessarily comfortable with the idea that their life is being given the once-over. Especially since I'm pretty sure noone from Kenyon would have imagined me playing with a fucking handpuppet for a living. But it works. For now. The weird thing was, having someone there made me see my life and where I live in a totally different light. I mean, you get used to anything (I've been told after 21 days), and I totally take all the cool things about Berlin and my life in general for granted. So having Henry here really made me see everything afresh. Or anew. Or whichever word you'd use in that context. I mean, my job pays decently, I live in an awesome city with an awesome boyfriend and yeah...it's pretty damn cool. Despite what I might write here.
Cool news of the moment is that Stephan got his slot in the biochemistry department at the Freie Universitaet, which has been his dream thing that's been on hold for the past few months. He was out of his head with glee last night when he got the letter. I'm ecstatic too, because it really is what he want to be doing. And there's not much cooler than that. So we toasted last night with Havanna Club (one of the beautiful things about not living in a country with a Cuban embargo: cuban rum) and rocked out over it.
Fortunately, I've got this week half-off, so I can catch up on communications/sleep that off. I've been emailing all freaking afternoon. It's been intense. And somehow, I don't feel all that productive. Probably because I'm putting off sending some pretty important onces...oops. Oh well. However, I'm banking on having more time to post later this week (probably a false assumption) and dishes are calling, so I'm going to go play housewife.
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