Remember, remember...
Nov. 5th, 2005 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_karelia... the fifth of November. Guy Fawkes Night in England. And I’m missing all the fireworks, yeah! Now, all I need to do is find a country that doesn’t do fireworks on New Year’s, and I know where to go right after X-mas, LOL.
We’re at the new place, and it’s the world of a difference. The old place wasn’t bad, and it was in Belgium, but alas, one can’t have it all, I guess. It was the cheapest around, which was exactly what we needed at the time, but the general feel of despair from quite a few of its inhabitants kinda got to me and Dorkboy at least, if not Little One as well. The old man running the place didn’t help, of course, giving the feel of a left-over nazi, let alone the behaviour of one.
This place, the converted attic of an approximately 120 year old house, has a good feel about it, wooden flooring, not to mention Little One’s Gallery room, is about 3 times as big, and is within walking distance to everything convenient. No more half hour walks to the nearest shop, or bus stop, half way through mud and either steep downhill or steep uphill. And the nearest internet café is a whole minute’s walk away *rejoices*. To everyone who’s written to me in the last three weeks or so - expect my reply over the next few days.
It’s been one looooooooong day today. The fact that I woke up just after 6am can’t be helping, of course *sigh*. I sincerely hope I’ll sleep better here in the new place. We had the cab booked for noon, so were able to do the packing quite leisurely. My poor iMac, I’ve lost count of how many moves it has done inside the huge suitcase, but it’s been holding up incredibly well. Still works as well as the day I got it!
The taxi ride took barely 10 minutes instead of the usual 25, because the German taxi driver, who lives in Belgium, and who is married to the nice English lady, happens to know some neat short-cuts. In the end, it cost us about the same as a combination of walking, bus and taxi, with half the effort. Although trudging up three floors with heavy luggage wasn’t exactly refreshing, LOL. We dumped our stuff and went off to the nearest grocery store, about 3 minutes walk away, so we can do our own cooking again. In Belgium, we had only bought the bare essentials for everyday cooking, because first we weren’t sure about whether or not it would be practical to stay, and then we knew it wasn’t practical, and we didn’t fancy having to move lots of grocery stuff along with our luggage...
Having lugged another load of bags three floors up, we went out again to do some more shopping, not only because we could *smirk*, for the first time in, oh, I don’t know how many months, but because it was the first time we could afford to buy some essential clothing. So that’s what we did. And now I’m positively traumatised from the crowds I’ve had to face. And I shall need tomorrow to recover from the Germanic crowds *hmph*. I shall go to the internet café, upload all my posts, read lots of fanfiction and generally have a good day. Oh, and consume loads of coffee of course. Black, without sugar. Just in case you happen to be here and wanna buy me a coffee.
We’re at the new place, and it’s the world of a difference. The old place wasn’t bad, and it was in Belgium, but alas, one can’t have it all, I guess. It was the cheapest around, which was exactly what we needed at the time, but the general feel of despair from quite a few of its inhabitants kinda got to me and Dorkboy at least, if not Little One as well. The old man running the place didn’t help, of course, giving the feel of a left-over nazi, let alone the behaviour of one.
This place, the converted attic of an approximately 120 year old house, has a good feel about it, wooden flooring, not to mention Little One’s Gallery room, is about 3 times as big, and is within walking distance to everything convenient. No more half hour walks to the nearest shop, or bus stop, half way through mud and either steep downhill or steep uphill. And the nearest internet café is a whole minute’s walk away *rejoices*. To everyone who’s written to me in the last three weeks or so - expect my reply over the next few days.
It’s been one looooooooong day today. The fact that I woke up just after 6am can’t be helping, of course *sigh*. I sincerely hope I’ll sleep better here in the new place. We had the cab booked for noon, so were able to do the packing quite leisurely. My poor iMac, I’ve lost count of how many moves it has done inside the huge suitcase, but it’s been holding up incredibly well. Still works as well as the day I got it!
The taxi ride took barely 10 minutes instead of the usual 25, because the German taxi driver, who lives in Belgium, and who is married to the nice English lady, happens to know some neat short-cuts. In the end, it cost us about the same as a combination of walking, bus and taxi, with half the effort. Although trudging up three floors with heavy luggage wasn’t exactly refreshing, LOL. We dumped our stuff and went off to the nearest grocery store, about 3 minutes walk away, so we can do our own cooking again. In Belgium, we had only bought the bare essentials for everyday cooking, because first we weren’t sure about whether or not it would be practical to stay, and then we knew it wasn’t practical, and we didn’t fancy having to move lots of grocery stuff along with our luggage...
Having lugged another load of bags three floors up, we went out again to do some more shopping, not only because we could *smirk*, for the first time in, oh, I don’t know how many months, but because it was the first time we could afford to buy some essential clothing. So that’s what we did. And now I’m positively traumatised from the crowds I’ve had to face. And I shall need tomorrow to recover from the Germanic crowds *hmph*. I shall go to the internet café, upload all my posts, read lots of fanfiction and generally have a good day. Oh, and consume loads of coffee of course. Black, without sugar. Just in case you happen to be here and wanna buy me a coffee.
