We are both working often, and conflicting schedules minimize the time we can be together. Even when we have time together, we spend it rushing through things- making plans, cleaning, trying to see friends and find a moment to relax within the span of a few consecutive hours.
The better part of our news is that we are finally moving from our fourth-floor apartment. We found a beautiful row home with a back yard, three floors, three bedrooms, two full bathrooms (by American standards) and even a garage. As is typical of German homes in this area, the outside is not anything spectacular, but the inside is gorgeous. We will be doing a self-move in late June, and we're weighing several moving options. Actually, I've already decided which option I prefer and it involves using the bulk of the moving budget to hire my father as a crew chief and move director, and throwing a fantastic barbecue for all of our friends who lend a hand for any portion of the move. I'm trying to convince my father that he should let us bring him over here for a few days of work and a few days of vacation. I am hopeful that he will come.
I am dreaming of the things I'll do in this new house. First and foremost, I will let my dogs be outside in the sunshine all summer long, as much as they desire, to run in circles and enjoy the fresh air in this beautiful country. I'll spend time making a small garden in the tiny plot by the front door, and I'll maybe be able to keep some plants alive. Maybe herbs for cooking. I want to focus on design and decoration, because for the first time I have coherent themes we both enjoy and I can improve upon them. Eventually my sister will be here for a while, and I'm really thrilled about her being with us. Hopefully more friends will visit in the next few years- we'll have an actual guest room for their comfort. More than anything, I hope that life will feel less disjointed, less temporary in this house. I want to meet more people and speak German and go on walks through a village and buy bread from the Barbarossa down the street.
I had resigned myself to staying in the apartment for the next two years, and once I let it go the house of our dreams- in the location we desired most- became available. I should let go of things more, that's when all the good stuff happens.
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