Twelve Days

My weekend had everything—relaxed and exciting and reckless and adventurous all mixed together, basically the opposite of any weekday. Friday night Na-Young, my favorite project manager, invited me to Chi Chuin in Kreuzberg because I designed their new menu. Me, Thomi, and Basti sat in this cute little place, looked at this killer painting by Ohyun Kwon on the wall, drank something called Nep Moi—mild stuff. The food was excellent and the owners were genuinely nice and totally unhinged.

Then we went to Wall-E with Susen, one of our interns. We were twenty minutes late because Berlin traffic was absolutely insane, but that film. So cute and funny and sad and just—yeah. The kind of thing that makes you want to live inside it. Susen demonstrated afterward that she has the self-preservation instinct of a confused goldfish by dragging us to Rosie’s, which is legitimately the most wrecked dive bar I’ve ever been to. The music was incredible though, and the women were real—not like those typical overdone club girls you see everywhere.

My move is getting closer—twelve more days—and I’m handling the logistics. I ordered phone and internet through Congstar. Mail forwarding application goes in Monday. Then there’s green electricity through LichtBlick. Na-Young recommended them over Vattenfall, they’ve got solid reviews, and a song playing in the background sealed the deal. Still haven’t figured out how I want to paint and furnish the new apartment, but I’ve got today to think about it. Assuming I don’t just pass out.