Moving again - My bullet stories
Searching again for a new place to live makes me feel like a bullet in the pinball machine recently. With all my energy I’m smashed to the walls, which are all around me from the left, from the right, but nevermind… I always find my way even through the narrow and tricky spaces and come up with reinforced momentum from the very deep.
Just a short outlook… First I was searching a flat in Germany around July, and this first round was extremely brief and successful (some may say shamelessly lucky). Visiting the second (!) apartment - after browsing days and nights on the beauties of the german realestate rental pages - I instantly fell in love with the tiny but cosy apartment I’ve lived in until now. It was just perfect on it’s own way – colorful walls for my mood, well-split, with kitchen enough big to cook happiness, a big bed, piano, and enthusiastic birds under my window. Had my cool intern life, but the changes were already in my backyard. As my contarct ended in my company, my days also started to run faster towards the end of my rental contract. So here I am at this point. :)
After writing countless e-mails to landlords around this area, I have nothing but the weird and funny stories which obviously did not end up in signing contracts… Still, I hope it was worth, at least they made me smile once. Twice. :)
The awkward moment, when you get a reply from a flat owner (strictly e-mailing on a high level of official communication –Don’t foget, we’re in Germany!) and the address is like [email protected]... PFFFF.
Then you check (stalk) him on social network and he turns out to be a senior developer in your company. What should I tell? Socially Awkward People... A little bit more spice for the story, that of course he turned out to look like an anti-Casanova (at least according to his manners and outfit), so I wasn’t the chosen one to meet an Italian halfgod with charm to make my day.
Until next week I have never ever forgot about the fact not even for a moment, that I am in Germany. It’s just… different. But during this flat visit, I was like…. WHAAAT? Where am I?! Was there a portal gate when I crossed the door? My eyes grew at least a size in 3 seconds and my heart skipped a beat. No, it wasn’t because of any handsome co-mieter (shoot). And the urge to have a phone with camera increased by 236% in that exact moment.
Have have you ever experienced a bathroomkitchen? Or a kitchenbathroom? Are you keen on frying your eggs and prepare tea while taking a shower? Than this is YOUR flat! All in all, one space, 4 qm, to the right –kitchen with sink, cupboards, kühlschrank, aaaand to the left –Bathtube, discreetly covered with shower curtain (red flowers on white basis), a mirror, and a washing maschine. At least no dining table is included inzwischen…
At the end I politely thanked the guy showing me around, and told him I will meld mich by weekend, if I’m interested in taking the flat... I guess everybody thought I was crazy because immediately as I left the house, the shock and all my puzzled feelings exploded, resulting in laughing out loud all along my way to the tram.
A few more stories are still hiding in my drawer (aka gmail drafts), but now just these sketches managed to escape and get a censored form… Updates hopefully coming soon, and the quest is still on for the new „home”.
