As Ryan previously told you, I'm a perfectionist when it comes to the house. I'm not sure what happens after it's set up... somehow I let the upkeep get away from me, but I digress. I came to a firm conclusion on furniture, placement, and colors, and was all set to place my order. Somehow, I waited about 45 minutes for the bus to IKEA. The one I needed runs every 30 minutes. So, I went back to the hotel, got better directions, and found myself on my way to Granchia. With very specific notes and diagrams in hand, I tried to find an English speaking employee. No luck, but I was told there was someone who could speak German, and somehow this was supposed to help me. I managed to show her what I needed, and we were on our way to completing the order when I realized I didn't know our new address. I don't have a cell phone yet, so there was no way to call Ryan. Great way to start the day.
I'm not really thrilled about my early (and hopefully temporary) retirement, so I decided to throw myself at this housewife job, and see if there was anything at IKEA that could help. Ryan likes coffee, so I thought I'd aim high and buy teacups, a French press, and other such necessities. An hour later I have a cart full of things to take back to our new place, excited that my trip wasn't a total waste. I check out, load up my reusable IKEA bag, and realize it's a lot heavier than I anticipated. Another smart move. After some maneuvering, I find myself waiting for the bus, remembering there's no hotel to run back to in case I get this one wrong. My anxiety builds as I realize that to go all the way to the apartment, I'll have to CHANGE buses (that means buying another ticket) at the mega bus stop. As we approach the safety of my hotel stop, I'm picturing failure. It looks like me schlepping it with a heavy bag all the way up a hill if I don't get this exactly right. The possibility of falling flat on my face (teacups strewn everywhere) is high. However, in another life (the one in the US) I was a moderate risk taker. I had about 30 seconds to make up my mind.
I am currently on a bench by the lake, pretty much in front of our hotel (where the very full IKEA bag remains). I wasn't ready to make that decision on an empty stomach, and was in need of a tomato mozzarella baguette. I have refueled, and am weighing my options.
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Resista il mio forte Malin. Sei molto più potente di quanto si dà credito a voi stessi e per il fatto che c'è un lato verso il basso fino rende il lato ancora meglio. Amate i vostri blog e tribolazioni. Ti amo e Ryan più. P.S. Liam piace la sala Ryan è fissa e vuole sapere se è lì che sta andando a dormire. Sarà come campeggio su stuoie - cool!
ReplyDeleteYou are doing great! To-mozz-bag sounds like good fuel. Address we can send mail? Love and miss ya both...
ReplyDeleteWise choice to refuel before making a decision! If it makes you feel any better I had an epic fail at my regular Target today. I had a coupon for Tidy Cat litter and the 35 pound container was on sale. I went to load it into the cart, but apparently I had an old cart and the weight of the litter broke it. Of course, the actual litter container was also severed in the fall so all 35 pounds of the stuff spilled out in the aisle. I got out of there fast!!
ReplyDeleteLove this blog so much. Can't wait to read all the exciting stuff ya'll are learning. Every day it should get better and better and at the end of the 2 years, ya'll will be crying not to leave. Take care of each other and plow ahead. Having dinner with your mother tonight. All is well here, but not half as exciting. Love, Mary Hollier
ReplyDeleteBonjourno from Colorado. You guys, you know I have no idea how to speaka the Italiano. Also, can't type Italian. I'd Google it, but I'd rather not and anyways I'm thinking that means good day or hello, like it would in French.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, my new thing: calling people bozos. Double btw, somebody just said "Can we speak Frank?" and this is a question more for Frank but how do I answer that question in Frank?
Ok guys, it has been 3 days since your last post. I am getting way too much work done here.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I just laughed out loud at Brandon's comment.