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…he was saying to me—“Why, Why, Zee?”
Well, yes, I am safely in Toronto—not without a few minor misadventures: 30 minutes to pass through passport control at Schiphol. Getting stuck behind a dimwitted girl who had a cigarette lighter shaped like a bullet at security (She wasn’t surprised when it was taken away). Not finding […]
Honestly, I’m somebody who needs eight hours of sleep—a full eight hours every night, or I slowly start being less functional. One night with 6 hours and I’m ok; two nights and I can’t focus the third afternoon; three nights and I start showing signs of insanity.
It’s been the kind of week where my […]
Today was the walk through of my new apartment—I now have the keys and am ready to move-in. The moving truck will appear Monday around noon with all my shit, so whilst I am not technically homeless, I am still practically homeless.
I spent last night in Berlin—after landing in Berlin early, I headed to […]
Cathy, as promised, popped over tonight—it was absolutely fantastic seeing her—a much needed break from the constant stress of moving.
I’d spent the morning working at the Weimar Office—I had an unexpected project dropped in my lap yesterday and I was told it would be easy. Much to my surprise it took me over three […]
I am home safely.
Happily the trip across the ocean was uneventful and quick—we departed on time, got deiced, and arrived early in Frankfurt. I slept as much as I could, but it wasn’t enough, so shortly after I got back to Weimar, I took a nap. When I fell asleep at 1:30, it was […]
As much as I enjoyed my trip to see my family, it is exciting to be heading home.
My parents still live in the same house that I grew up in, a house that housed six people for much of my childhood. Over the Christmas holidays it gained my paternal grandparents, bringing the number to […]
Wow… it’s 9pm, Sunday night, and I am tuckered out.
It’s been one heck of a fantastic weekend–Friday’s work concluded with dinner at a fantastic restaurant on the edge of Rotterdam. That evening, after I got home, I went to bed–and I must have crashed hard, because I did not hear the SMS that I […]
When I was a child, there was one thing I could count on: my father was always the first person awake in the house.
He had, what my mother termed, “alarm phobia”—often waking at least five, if not ten or fifteen minutes early. He would get dressed, go downstairs, read the newspaper, eat breakfast, and […]
I made it to Berlin last night—with two insults added to my injury. First the flight was delayed, arriving 45 minutes later into Berlin than scheduled due to mechanical problems. Secondly, my bag was not on the belt—so after finding the missing bags office (not easy at Tegel), I was told that my bag had […]
This is one of these housekeeping posts where I might babble about boring shit: mini-reviews of each of the places I stayed in Armenia.
In Kapan, I stayed at the Hotel Lernagordz, which generally speaking is in a prime location at the center of town. However, as I noted before, it had water issues—it didn’t […]
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TQE : That Queer Expatriate I'm an American living in Berlin, Germany -- which makes me an expatriate, not an ex-patriot. Before landing in Germany, I've lived in Denver, Colorado; Laramie, Wyoming; Bloomington, Indiana; and Weimar, Germany. If you want to write to me, feel free! The username is elmadaeu on the gmail.com service.
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