Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Moving Country by Numbers

As Elvis would say; I'm all shook up.



1 girl, 1 new, exciting country, 1 new (beautiful) flat, 1 new job role (complete with desk), 1 new (female) boss to impress. 1 Mosquito bite (as known).



Rewind 15 days



The crackling sound of Radio 4. 1 girl, waking up at 11am. -1 degree temperature outside. 1 half asleep human being fumbling with curtains, opening to reveal the following:



1 itinerary planned, 1 tearful goodbye. 1 mindless duty free purchase. 2 plane rides, 1 half-eaten onboard meal, 4 partially watched average movies.

1 panic attack as luggage carousel whirrs around with no sign of own belongings. 1 sigh of relief. 1 intimidating look from immigration employee. 1 visa stamp in passport. 

1 flower garland placed around neck. 1 public display of affection. 1 tut overheard in the distance. 1 (air conditioned) car ride to flat. Multiple oohs and aahs heard from balcony. 1 last burst of energy.

1 large yawn. 2 eyelids close.

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