Whenever I’m facing a daunting task, my mom reminds me: “How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.”
Never mind that doing such a thing would be immoral and unappetizing; I take her point.
Last night, we e-mailed off still more scanned ID to the owner of a flat we’re hoping to rent, and Craig got his visa photos taken yesterday. There are lots and lots and lots of elephant-bites involved in moving internationally, with as-yet-uncertain outcomes, but we’re getting through it all, bit by bit.
I’m looking forward to the part where we can actually have fun doing all the things there are to do here!
I’m drinking green slop for breakfast, ’cause I’m trying to change my ways now that I’m here. No more cake and coffee in European cafes; no more stress-eating while working from home.