Life: Idiotropic

Well, the last couple weeks have been a rush of activity, much of it mundane and not even remotely blog worthy with the rather glaring exception of my weekend house-hunting trip to Valencia where I found my town, my neighborhood, the girls' school, and what may be my house. Yeah... probably have a bit to tell, but now, having returned, I feel as if I have one foot in Spain moving forward and another foot in Germany and quite frankly, doing the splits across Europe isn't very comfortable and I'm just a bit worn out from it all. That coupled with the fact that in a line of strategy that rivals most armies, the glorious German weather is on the March. We've suffered daily attacks of weather and I'm afraid we're wearing thin. You can see it each other's faces. Just today I was lured outside by an unnaturally intense beam of sunlight that illuminated everything outside in an orange glow with the malicious intent to attack and it did, viciously pelting me with hail as I ran to my car with hair and coat drenched with ice and a shiver as melted ice slipped down my back.

I would love to tell you with certainty that I will catch up on all this and cheerfully impart all this exciting news to you, but honestly, I fear that the "time to catch up" will not likely present itself until I'm sipping sangria aside a large aquamarine pool somewhere in the near vicinity of Valencia, Spain. But then, 3.5 months isn't long to wait, is it? I don't know if that's comforting or terrifying. May be both. So much to do. So little sangria.