Posts Tagged ‘private stuff’

HAR, no HAR, HAR…

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Two pictures and a tweet by p4ula made me go to HAR, anyway. Planning of my vacation was very difficult this year. Or, not knowing which kind of vacation I would need, and a family member getting very sick just before my days off, made it difficult. Then I decided to travel to Germany, anyway, and some of my friends, planning and packing, approaching Vierhouten, made me wonder if I made the right decision, not going there.

My grandma got miraculously better, and p4ula sent a "Request for @r4gni", so I had to follow. And I did. I was badly prepared, I got to sleep in my friends tent and I spent most of the time having a good time, and hanging with good people and friends. But I regret not having done two things:

  • Spending time in the fablab
  • Attending the silent party
  • making my own shirt in the c-base-dome

Ah, well. But the awesome laughs I had make up for it.

Working abroad, chaos ahead

Thursday, March 12th, 2009

While most things at work seems to work out - after of course the "new job" hurry the first months, everything else seems to get out of control every once in a while.

  • I haven't heard from my application at the Immigration Office since the beginning of december.
  • My attempt to get my cat from Germany to be able to live with her turned out finde despite a lot of organizational trouble. But she died one week later, since she had a chronical disease. Her breakdown is most likely not due to the traveling, it could have happened anytime - and just as well a few years later. So I could not anticipate it, but it was quite stressful nevertheless.
  • I have been a regular visitor at the taxes office in the city. Complications there are due to Immigration Office delay.
  • My room in Germany, that somebody rents from me because I took off there on short notice, has suffered from a hole in the plumbing from bathroom right beside it, so the person living there now had several problems.

Not to mention all the difficulties keeping contact to my dearest friends and my family. I guess if you leave your nice, cozy perception of "home" and decide to become a nomad (I am pretty sure I should not call myself that, but in need of a better term), you have to let go of the thought that you can control your life. While this isn't true, anyway, it is certainly not the case if you are making a "big move".