Moving is a hilarious experience.
For example, today I realised that only four pairs of socks made it with me across the Channel. Where did all the socks go? WHERE DID THEY GO?? (Bonus points for anyone who was reminded of my favorite Gilmore Girls rant.)
But honestly, how does one lose a sock drawer?
I continue to settle in and get the lay of the land – dividing my time between unpacking, exploring the neighborhood and running errands (I also seem to be missing potholders.) Weeks like these are full of little learnings – both good and bad – which make up the hilariousness of moving.
What I’m currently proud of:
- Not going in the wrong direction once yet on public transport (we have all been there, do not deny it.)
- Properly recycling everything left over from the move. This is so much easier here than in Brussels and I’ve only been here for 4 days. Bins are everywhere and none of them are overflowing with things people have randomly left by the road.
- Deciding to get tickets for The Nutcracker with the gift certificate to the Royal Opera House that my lovely Brussels co-workers gave me as a going-away present (best present ever)
- Making it four whole days without raiding a Marks & Spencer food hall
What I’m currently embarrassed by:
- Pronouncing “Argos” incorrectly. Let’s say you were looking for a television cable and everyone told you to go to a place called Argos. So you asked random strangers where one was and eventually found one (hurrah) to walk inside and see tons of people on iPads or flipping through catalogs. No television cables in sight. No televisions even in site. So you walk in nonchalantly, trying not to draw attention to the fact that you have no idea why everyone told you to come here, what everyone is doing or where all the stock is. Luckily your expensive American college education eventually led you to figure out that you look up what you need in the catalog, place your order and presto it arrives over a counter in about 5 minutes. (Its brilliant actually.) But your American education also led you to pronounce “Argos” like a character from The Three Musketeers when it is supposed to sound much more delicate. Or so D tells me after I told him how proud I was that I figured out the mystery that is the Argos experience.
As I said, moving is hilarious. Now I’m off to buy some socks.