I should be happy, right? Deliriously happy. And I am, most of the time. But still, the weeks until I will be finally able to return home seem endless. Everything and everyone annoys me and I can barely bear it anymore. Work is an ordeal, every single day.(But basically, that’s the case for all of us!) I’m just glad to at least work from home most of the time.Weekends are long, spent reading, watching some TV and basically just waiting for time to go by. With the Saturday paper, grocery store commercials and a nice cup of Tassimo Latte Macchiato or Cappuccino as my weekend highlight. The planning is all done, the packing as well as far as possible, living with the mere essentials. Nothing else to do at the moment, just waiting, which is driving me crazy.
What annoys me so much? First of all, my kitchen and the question what will become of it. Will I be able to sell it? Will the next tenants take it over? Well, considering, that it took 3.5 weeks to finally post the apartment on of those appropriate websites … with every day the chances of finding tenants in time is sinking. And, of course, even though I’m told “what a shame about your kitchen”, “such a beautiful kitchen”, they won’t rent the apartment out including the kitchen. But merely offering the prospective new tenant to buy it from the old one. Me. How happy I would have been three years ago, if I hadn’t had to buy a brand-new kitchen – costs of about 5000€ – and could have moved in with one in place. Especially such a luxurious one with drawers everywhere and a modern white high gloss finish. The thought of not being able to sell it or basically give it away for nothing or having to tear it out to be transported to the waste dump … makes me hate everything here even more.
Thinking back to the past ten years, I feel as if everyone has just been bleeding me dry. Financially and personally. And sometimes I could still kick myself for being too nice and generous. Always giving, nothing getting in return from those I would have needed it most.
Not to mention the German moving company which clearly tried to rip me off by offering to do the move for 15500€. Payment conditions? In advance! Quite dubious. The second German moving company didn’t even bother to send me a cost estimate, despite the pictures and detailed information I had provided and the offer from a third one was a bloody joke. (If I sent out offers like that our customers would throw them back into my face.) Well, I was more than happy to give the contract to an Austrian moving company for half the price, good customer service and a good feeling.
At least the June weeks will be busy and I will be getting closer to getting away from here. Counting the days and scratching them off my various calendars. Literally! The moving day really can’t come too soon … but until then I still have to be patient and try to get the days over with without hopping mad.