Um, this past week was a little crazy. We weren’t even home on Friday to do the normal picture, nor were we home on Saturday to take the pic a day late. Then on Sunday we had to get up and out earlier than usual and now we’re halfway through the week and might as well just wait for 19 weeks.
Last week we FINALLY went to our new city to find an apartment. We naively assumed it we could go up on Tuesday, find an apartment on Wednesday, and return on Thursday to pack up. Maybe in America that would work…. but certainly not here. We looked on Wednesday, then again on Thursday and by the end of the day we had seen every available apartment and I felt like Goldilocks. This one was too big, this one was too small, this one was too expensive, this one was too far away. And we had to pick one. No choice. So, by the end of the day I was so stressed I was crying and really just wanted to just come back to our city and go back up in a week or two to try again. Only, it’s not like that would be any help because by a week later, there would be even less for rent. So, we called and got some advice about the situation and talked A LOT to our friends there (in the local language, which was kind of challenging). In the end, after 3 days of stress and tears, we rented the one that was too expensive, but the landlord dropped the rent to an acceptable rate! We kind of thought we were going to chat about it, but everyone was talking so fast in the local language that we couldn’t entirely follow the conversation and all the sudden, they were asking Josh to sign the rental agreement. So, we just went with it. Then, we were so ready to come back and start packing… but the roads were snowy once you got 10 minutes in from the coast and apparently the neighborhood roads here were closed because they were so bad, so we stayed one more night before we got to come back to pack.
As stressful as it was renting the apartment by ourselves and as much as we really, really wanted someone with us who could speak both our language and the local language well, it actually turned out to be pretty beneficial to do all of it on our own. We got tooooons of practice speaking, made new friends at the realtor’s office (her daughter is also expecting), the cell phone place (some guy who lived in LA… go figure) and then our neighbor/landlord who is super excited to be my turkish cuisine teacher. And it gave us a few extra days to spend time with some folks at the church who will pretty much be our family when we get there. There are a few med students from various countries in Africa who just moved to the city to study and it was kind of funny to be the translators instead of the ones in need of translation.
Now we’re back and packing and just wanting to be there and settled. We’re also not wanting to use dishes/pots/pans a whole lot because then we have to pack up the kitchen last minute which isn’t so fun, so I’m really, really ready to be moved and settled so we can cook and eat healthier again. Eating out is not so fun when you have to do it all the time. And maybe it’ll be warmer there and we’ll actually be able to walk/run outside again! It’s just too cold here and the trail we run on is still covered in ice. Gross.
Apologies for no pictures. Hopefully we’ll get some up this weekend!