Tag: moving

Travellings: Deutschland #10

SO.

Yesterday was 2 months to the day that I moved out here and to celebrate the auspicious occasion, I spent the morning packing and the afternoon moving my things about Munich with the help of Herr Ben, who apparently decided that it would be more of a challenge to help me move then it would be to race me on the go-cart track. Cheek. We’ll see later today, Ben – I have, in fact, been lulling you into a false sense of security…

Anywho, we left with the best part of my belongings around 3 and arrived at my spacious new box just after 4 and I signed the contract. The next task was to buy bedding. I have none – the last place provided it all. Fortunately 2 of my colleagues seem to have taken pity on me, so on Friday I was very kindly given a pillow, and on Wednesday I’m to receive a duvet. So all that was left was to buy a blanket for cooler weather (the duvet’s a summer-weight), some bedsheets and covers for my duvet to be and pillow.

Bloody hell it can be expensive.

The night before the move I was a little sad to be leaving my old box – it was cosy, if a little too small. Then I found a caterpillar on my bed (as I was about to get in) and then dealt with a mosquito ninja-style that was buzzing round my head despite the mosquito net over my window.

Then I realised that I had to get out, so it was fine and I had no qualms about leaving.

So I have gone from this:

My room in Dietersheim
The shelves on the left were my kitchen. The sink on the right was my "bathroom"/"kitchen sink" The bed's behind where I'm standing to take the photo.

to this:

My room in Munich centre
Behind where this picture's taken from is a balcony - it's a bit empty at the minute, but I doubt it'll stay that way for long...

I don’t know about you, but I call that a result.

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Travellings: Deutschland #9 Rematch

Right, so I intend to finally move back to civilisation tomorrow afternoon with the help of a certain Herr Ben and on Sunday I plan on making a comeback on the go-cart track.

Oh, and the header image? These are my furry little guardians who have been charged with keeping an eye on me whilst I travel.

Yes, I’m 20.

No, I’ve not grown up.

The best people never do.

Inane Whittering #11

In all my excitement yesterday evening over finding somewhere in Munich to live, I forgot to write about the latest book I’ve finished reading.

You see, Amazon seems to have cottoned on to the fact that one of my only 2 vices is books (the other being gin, of course). So I now receive emails on a regular basis about various sales and offers going on. Normally I delete them, but should I ever feel that I have the time or the inclination, I have a quick browse through – something usually fatal.

So there happened to be an occasion recently where I came across a book in the sale with a rather unusual concept. The book in question is called “The Girl with Glass Feet” by Ali Shaw and follows the story of a girl called Ida, who has returned to a rather gloomy island (which due to the constant bad weather and everything being so dreary, reminded me of Blighty) because of a bizarre illness.

You see, Ida’s slowly turning to glass.

Oh, and the other things that drew me to the book were the moth-winged cattle (yes, flying cattle!) and a mysterious creature which turns everything it looks at to white.

It then turns into an unusual boy-meets-girl storyline, where Midas (said boy) is simply too…well…he’s an idiot, to put it simply. And a massive girl’s blouse. I have to say that up until the last 50 pages or so, I was constantly wishing the silly boy would simply grow a pair and stop running away from Ida every time it seemed like something remotely romantic was going to happen.

However, it has to be said that it’s incredibly rare for a book to move me – I like reading things that make me think, but this one tugs at heart-strings that I’d half forgotten about. Glad to know they’re still there.

The author also leaves the possibility to continue with the same thread at a later date, but to be honest I’m not too fussed if there aren’t any further books in this story line – not because I don’t like it/don’t care, but because things were tidied up sufficiently for me not to sit there confused at the end.

For those of you who know me well, I am quite the cynic, and it will take a lot for me to be even remotely girly, let alone go “awww”. This book managed it.

The Girl with Glass Feet
Read it. It's good for you.