Today I’m trying to re-enter the real world, and boy it’s trickier than I imagined. Potential distractions are manifold, only exceeded in number by the items on my to-do list, so this is likely to be an erratic kind of post:
get a job
- get a German phone number and some kind of pay-as-you-go set up. Anyone know the German for PAYG?
- find a place to live ready for the sad day when I have to move out of this beautiful flat which I’ve scored for 3 weeks (more on that anon)
- get my Anmeldung, or registration of address
- open a bank account
- register for official residency
- get a tax number
- buy health insurance
- live an organised life where I keep receipts for tax purpose, learn how to bill in German and be an actual real life teacher. Gulp.
While not doing any of these things I found a rather funky version of I wish I knew how it would feel to be free by John Legend, on chromemusic, a site you may have heard me mention before. Actually there’s lots of fun stuff on there at the moment, check it out.
Then there’s the personal life to do list:
- birthday presents to get sorted
- cards for birthdays to be sent
- wedding presents to be bought
- gaps in bag collection to be filled – a) more practical everyday bag for portering of laptop files and general doodahs; b) not so broken carry-on bag for regular trips home and general fun
- banking tidying up
- planning of adventures, meet ups and so on
- getting to know Berlin
This all follows the end of the course. I can’t quite believe how quickly a month rushed by, and indeed it still strikes fear in my heart because in all those weeks I made precisely zero progress into finding accommodation, and had to be saved at the wire by the lovely Claire. I’m now in her ridiculously stylish apartment in Kreuzberg, which she tells me is the Shoreditch of Berlin (Miss Tea, eat your heart out).
Claire is from London. We bonded while lesson planning for the ‘Soho School of English’ and as we chatted about my impending homelessness she suddenly realised that she would be away for 3 weeks at exactly the same time. Solution: I could sublet from her. Life saver. My jaw hit the floor – she barely knows me but she’s giving me the run of her flat. I’m paying her of course, but still. I LOVE her for it. So now I’m here trying to resist trying on all her many shoes >>>
and musing about how easy/impossible it’s going to be to find somewhere I can make half as nice. I’ve never lived on my own before, so now that LTN has left it feels a bit strange, but I think Berlin may be the place to try it – for the first time I can possibly afford it, and I want to have space for all the people to visit!
I’ve had a little bit of London nostalgia tho, post course I’ve got more time to miss it, and of course the visit made me wish I could be at home with you all some more… I was looking at I know a great little place and wishing I could go to some of the random nights they’re showcasing (YOUR MISSION – GO AND TRY THEM OUT FOR ME!) and then I saw their latest post and giggled lots at this:
Truly, I am being easily diverted from the path of productiveness. I shall close this off now, and start anew with tales from the first visit – LTN style.