A big moment. Although a week late, this morning at 7:20 the moving truck arrived at the door. In the days before, we sorted, packed, threw things away, and prepared ourselves—bit by bit each day. The delay was due to the kitchen not being finished.
The doorbell rings. Five strong, young men eager to get started dive into the boxes and furniture. Everything quickly disappears into a large MAN truck and is already being unloaded at the new house by 11:00. We are just moving within the city, so travel time is short. By 14:00 the five finish their work. Everything intact, everything in place. We sign, give a $50 tip, and everyone receives a bottle of vodka. Then we are alone. The unpacking begins. We won’t be finished today; tomorrow is another day.
Everything feels so different. Some of our furniture doesn’t quite fit the new rooms, but for now, it will do. I connect the TV and Yamaha system. At least we have music and pictures tonight. Around seven, we sit in the evening sun. She embraces me...radiant, settled, and so am I. The house is finished, our home is ready. We made it. Our first real house—not a row house like before, not a large apartment as a transition, but a house with a terrace, a space to walk around. Yes, now we are suburbanites, savers, homeowners, browsing garden center brochures. And that’s a good thing....Karsten
The doorbell rings. Five strong, young men eager to get started dive into the boxes and furniture. Everything quickly disappears into a large MAN truck and is already being unloaded at the new house by 11:00. We are just moving within the city, so travel time is short. By 14:00 the five finish their work. Everything intact, everything in place. We sign, give a $50 tip, and everyone receives a bottle of vodka. Then we are alone. The unpacking begins. We won’t be finished today; tomorrow is another day.
Everything feels so different. Some of our furniture doesn’t quite fit the new rooms, but for now, it will do. I connect the TV and Yamaha system. At least we have music and pictures tonight. Around seven, we sit in the evening sun. She embraces me...radiant, settled, and so am I. The house is finished, our home is ready. We made it. Our first real house—not a row house like before, not a large apartment as a transition, but a house with a terrace, a space to walk around. Yes, now we are suburbanites, savers, homeowners, browsing garden center brochures. And that’s a good thing....Karsten
Hello,
Heineken? Do you also eat small children?
Have fun and enjoy yourselves...
Best regards,
Andreas
Nordlys schrieb:
Heineken,
Heineken? Do you also eat small children?
Have fun and enjoy yourselves...
Best regards,
Andreas
Continuation. Christmas and New Year’s Eve. Everything is still new. But the Christmas tree already fits into the living room as if it has always been there. The memory of the old apartment is fading. For Christmas, we gave ourselves a gift. There were still 14 installments left on the loan, but everything is paid off now. The old Golf was already eight years old… now it’s sold, and a new G. decorates the driveway. New Year’s Eve with friends—there, I discovered something that I find kind of cool, but also questionable. They now have this box. You say, “Hey Google, play some rock music.” Then the device responds that it intends to play AC/DC. If you say OK, it starts. So, for a New Year’s party, a great thing—but does Google really know who is, with whom, what, and how? This afternoon, relaxing in the living room, I noticed the first drying cracks. Let’s wait a few more months and then we’ll tackle them. The house is settling, living becomes routine, oh, joyful… and happy New Year to you all.
I would never get one.
All the audio recordings end up somewhere in the cloud abroad and are subject to the local data protection regulations there.
In the past, people were upset about the Stasi. Nowadays, Google, Facebook, and others know where you are, who you are with, and hold all the rights to the photos you upload, and so on.
All the audio recordings end up somewhere in the cloud abroad and are subject to the local data protection regulations there.
In the past, people were upset about the Stasi. Nowadays, Google, Facebook, and others know where you are, who you are with, and hold all the rights to the photos you upload, and so on.
We recently invested in speakers as well, but for us, they still operate with a button press or an app. We don’t have to speak directly to the device [emoji2], so we’re not being listened to [emoji6].
But it’s a nice piece of equipment with good sound. That’s to be expected at this price.
We already love it!
But it’s a nice piece of equipment with good sound. That’s to be expected at this price.
We already love it!