We’re leaving the hotel today to settle into our apartment, but won’t have internet at the new place for another week or so. Next week I’ll be able to access the internet now and then when I’m at school in the mornings, but otherwise contacting me will be fairly difficult. Our local Skype number definitely works, so feel free to leave messages, but I won’t be able to respond consistently until we get internet at home. We don’t have telephones yet either, so we’re basically under the radar for the next few days!
Our new apartment is quite comfortable and it feels good to get it set up. But even with my father here, I’m amazed at how much longer all of this takes with a child, and how much more tiring it is. Furthermore, it’s hard to know how much effort to invest when we don’t know how long we’ll be here. We’ve run across a few U.S. military families here (there are several bases in Stuttgart) and I can’t imagine how it must feel to have so little control over where you live, to have to be ready to pick up and move at any point. Last night I told one military wife I admired her, as I had a really difficult time moving. “Oh, I hate moving,” she said. “I don’t think it’s something I’ll ever get used to.” She and her husband were being sent to the U.S. after three years in Stuttgart; neither one of them wanted to go. She is pregnant and due in January; their daughter is starting second grade in two weeks and will thus have to be “the new kid” twice in a matter of months. When we arrived at their house to pick up a couple of couches, the husband was snapping pictures of their light fixtures in preparation to post them for sale on an English website here. When they first moved to Stuttgart, he’d invested two solid days installing creative light fixtures all over the house. Now, they have to come down one by one.