A note on worrying...
September 18, 2013
Fresh off our latest Berlin apartment-hunting trip, I am full of angst as we wait to hear from the apartment we applied to, as well as finishing up the application to the second one we liked. What if the first responds and demands a signed contract before we hear back from the second, more affordable one? What if accepting the more expensive apartment means giving up too much, including the spending money with which to enjoy our new city and probably half our belongings? Or worse yet, what if we don't get accepted by either and have to start the whole process - including trekking all the way across the country - all over again?
Then I have to remind myself to breathe... and know that all these things are out of my control. Worrying will not solve anything. It will not make these people respond any faster, nor will it somehow make them realize how desperately we want to live there and accept us out of pity. Waiting is the worst, isn't it? The best I can do for now is to try to get back into my regular routine and know that whatever happens, happens. It will all work out in the end, and we will make it to Berlin.
Although, there's no harm in crossing fingers - or for Germans, pressing thumbs - in the meantime (you know, just in case)...
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