We got a new place. It has a garden. Well, a place to put a garden.
Lots of room to grow 🙂
In my last post, I briefly mentioned that we’ve recently moved into a new apartment. Unfortunately, I was almost completely “off the grid” for the summer months—writing my thesis—so that was news to many of you. I say that’s especially because it might lead many readers to believe that we, like normal people might, simply decided to “move” (i.e. pack all of our stuff into boxes and then bring those boxes from one place to another place).
Suffice it to say, we’re not all that normal. As stressful and time-consuming as moving is, that sort of thing would be too easy. Have you ever lived with a Trevor? Trevors make things complicated. Like, excruciatingly complicated. It’s a built-in feature of the model.
For starters, we decided that before we moved—before we even had a new apartment to move into—we needed to get the hell out of our crappity-crap-crap old one. Which was crap.
Actually, it was a stroke of fortune that we were able to do so, and to do so in some serious style, despite the complications that came along with the process. We were really blessed to be found by a couple who needed someone to house sit for the summer, and after a brief interview and tour of the place, they gave us the keys to what would become our wayside-rest of a home.
Now, when I say that we house sat for the summer, I cannot emphasize enough the scope or importance of the word “house.” This was not some dinky, hyper-efficient, euro-house (though I shouldn’t know those, either, as we have both fallen in love with a couple of in our time here as well); this was a house house. A people house. A three and a half story, used to be occupied by seven college students but has since been beautifully renovated, and now functions as a “home” to a beautiful family, house.
Also, there was a backyard with chickens in it. I shit you not.
So we began the summer with our first move. We started out as stewards of our new people house by living out of suitcases. At first, it wasn’t a problem, since Linds was in a state of limbo at various points between Belgium, New York, and Minneapolis, and had become used to living out of suitcases. (Personally, I’m adept at this minimal style of living, since in high school I used to pack as little clothing as possible for week-long FCCLA trips in order to better accommodate my X-Box, which also came along.) But as we passed the week mark, my better half started to get antsy. So we completed another small move from the apartment to the new house.
Then things got interesting.
This week, we marked the one year anniversary of our arrival in Leuven.
Has it been that long? It hardly seems possible, but when I think back on all that’s happened these many months, I can’t imagine how we’ve (all) fit so much living into such a small span.
I remember arriving with Lindsey in our cab from Brussels and seeing our soon-to-be home city for the first time. The previous 72 hours had been no picnic. We’d each packed up our respective lives to varying degrees of completion, Linds had made a manic round of goodbyes in Boston, I’d pulled a last minute, all-night run to New York to pick up my visa, and we’d both traversed the Atlantic separately—though for some unfathomable reason, I’d chosen to stop halfway across for 10 hours, leaving Linds to wait for me in Belgium.
We only sort of had a place to live—I’d put a security deposit on a 28m2 apartment without ever having seen it. Our first night, we stayed in a small hotel within the city limits—Hotel New Damshire—and began, with the help of a surprisingly open and informative desk clerk, to get our bearings. After a few hours of exploring, we came back to our room for the first good night’s sleep either of us had really had in days. We would need it too. The next day we moved into our bedless “funished” apartment, and that night we slept on a mattress made of sweaters.
And now—somehow—here we are: we’ve just said goodbye to Jim and Leslie (our first visitors in months), we’re settling in to our new apartment, and awaiting the start of work and the new school year. How much things change and how much they stay the same.
At least this year there’s a mattress.
Thanks to all of you who have kept checking back even though we’ve been on blog hiatus for the almost half a year. We’re making an effort to get back to regular posting.
So wow. It’s been a while. Quite a while, in fact, since we last posted on this adventure blog. The lack of posts however has very little to do with our lack of adventures. Or maybe it does. See, we’ve had quite a few adventures this summer after I got back to Belgium, visa in hand. In fact, it has been rather adventure-dense. We’ve house sat, been nannying, gardening, writing theses, catching up on Belgian TV, applying for Belgian residency, apartment hunting, moving, entertaining visiting parents, and finally traveling to the Ardennes and Paris with visiting parents only to be sitting here at the computer writing this post wondering where our summer went.
So yeah. It’s been busy, which led to lack of posting, which led to general laziness mixed with more business. So that explains it somewhat. However, it’s not a good excuse. We really loved posting on the blog, and it’s a shame that we’ve slacked off. But we will try to get back at it in a real way. There are many hilarious stories that have yet to be told. So please, dear friends and family, have patience with us. We’re doing the best we can. 🙂
Our fans are pretty upset with us these days. We haven’t updated the blog in months, and there may seem to be no real reason for that. This is somewhat true. The reason mostly being that we are busy/lazy/suffering from intermittant bouts of frustration and rage.
But let me start from roughly where we left off last time.
In April, I was offered a nanny position with a family in a town called Haasrode about 5 miles south of Leuven. I nanny for two darling children ages 1 year and almost 4 years old. They are the cutest kids in the universe. I love them; it’s going great. The parents are nice. The house is great, (and I get to eat their food!). I work 4 days a week for now, Monday thru Thursday with occassional Fridays. I will work full time starting in October. I will write more detail about them later.
In the 3 months that I was in Belgium, Trevor and I were working hard getting all our documents together for my visa. We applied for a cohabitation visa. Basically, I get a visa for living with a Belgian resident (Trevor) on a permanent basis. It’s complicated.
It really doesn’t sound like it would be that hard. But it was. Because it’s Belgium.
If you recall, last fall I was working on getting a job, then getting a work permit, and obtaining a visa that way. Well…that didn’t really pan out. Let’s just say that my internship went less than swimmingly. They more or less refused to fill out the paperwork needed for the work permit, and I decided that I didn’t want to keep trying to work, for no money, and no real prospect of being paid, for an “organization” that didn’t really want me.
So this time around, we chose a different route. Almost equally complicated and difficult. We had to acquire document after document, all with correct apostille*, dated less than 6 months ago, translated into Dutch, etc, etc,etc. It was long and arduous. There was lots of emailing back and forth with the Consulate in NYC, the Leuven townhall, and my parents. There was much money spent in the process…we’ve estimated it at around $2000. All for a sticker in my passport that says I can stay here legally with multiple re-entries into the country.
So now comes the chapter where I go to New York. Brace yourself, you are in for a bumpy ride.
As you’re well aware, this is an adventure blog. So we thought, let’s use the Easter holiday to do some adventuring.
Paris, here we come. We’ll be back Sunday night for Skyping, posting, and generally being awesome.
So yesterday’s portable outdoor urinals? Those were nothing. I submit for your appraisal, the following.
Nothing? Not doing anything for you? Just a normal manhole cover? Guess again.
At nighttime, that innocent looking manhole automatically descends from its place in the pavement and becomes the top of this.
Apparently having to go is a huge problem here.
How did we not know about these earlier? Well, there aren’t a great many of them. I also assume that they’re strategically placed at “hot spots” around the city.
How the statistics for where an outdoor urinal would be needed were gathered, or more importantly who got the honorous task of gathering them, is a mystery to me. Maybe he had to go undercover by drinking a bunch with college kids and then walking around till he had to pee. Or maybe he had to test the ground water for … trace elements … and by “trace elements” I mean “pee.”