Our Apartment!

I feel like Steve Martin in the Jerk where he feels like he's somebody when he finds his name in the phone book.  I'm so happy to have an address.  Now we can get residence permits and drivers licenses and parking passes. We met with our new landlady yesterday and got our keys, and we're all moved in.  We have an unexpected delay with the rest of our stuff which may or may not beat Sarah and Dave here.  But that's cool, we have everything we really need and a bunch of weird stuff we can't even figure out.  I can go without my bumblebee salt shaker and fishnet leg bottle opener a little longer. Rach, Lou, Sar, Ali, sorry I made you look at so many apartments online. You guys really helped me find the good ones.  With the extra time I'm not looking for apartments now, I ought to be able to learn some German. Jeremy's using his all over the place.  He's already chatted up a bunch of people including some cute nuns. I'm walking over to watch him play soccer later and check out more of the English Garden.  Word on the street is that it's a hub of public nudity.