At 8 o'clock Monday morning on, let's see, the 17th of September, some workers fixed the heating in my apartment. I had heard that it would happen "one day", but Monday morning, ugh... While they were working right in front of me, I checked online for new apartments. 30 min into my search, an e-mail came into my inbox via the GSI housing list with the perfect apartment; larger, on the 1st floor so a lot brighter, almost everything new and nobody had lived there before (an old office), my own washing machine, nice hotel grade toilet + shower, radio-controlled radiators (wat?), huge TV which I won't use, the only living space in the building so I can continue pretending to play the violin, and it's in a small town closer to work (a lot of people refer to that place as the unattractive dead end of the world, which suits my personality just fine). All for exactly the same rent, not one euro more or less. Thinking this was just too good, I wrote the e-mail in my pigeon German which took quite a while, called in the evening to set up a meeting the next day with not much hope, went there to look at it, said YESPLOXIDOX, signed the contract the day after, moved in last Monday, and I'm thinking now why in the name of someone precious did I stay in my old dump for so long...
I made cookies today! Finally I have an oven so I can let my destroy my health by indulging in lavish torrents of sugar and butter. A new Ph.D. student at work comes from the US and somebody brought up chocolate chip cookies, and I decided to have a go. Not too shabby for a first try, in a brand new oven. Right after I had splatted out the dough balls on parchment paper I figured I should probably run the oven once before I inject my cookies with lovely factory residues, good thing I thought of that.
For some reason the ceiling is covered with brass-colored sheets that look great when all the lights are on. It's really a luxurious place, I feel so strange being here still. And a bit excited, the old sous-terrain apartment probably did me worse than I thought.
"Relocation phase 0", because I don't want to stay here for too long. I'll do some experiments and make sure what I've done down here on the continent works, and then I'm gonna fly!
Enough of this, where did I put the violin?!