“Did I tell you Steffi is moving to Glasgow?”

Wow! A whole year since my last post. I’ve been in Glasgow since March and it’s starting to really grow on me. At first it was off-putting. Here’s a piece of advice: never, ever live near the main train station of a major metropole. It’s really very depressing. Well, except in Berlin – mmmm! living near Hauptbahnoff! But I digress … Around this time last year, Steffi and I were discussing her coming to live with me after a year of working for her Spanish company. Then, of course, she visited Glesga (In March), and had the funniest reaction (you know, the now famous “these people are so weird!”-reaction …), and decided that the UK was definitely NOT for her. And while it was entertaining but it also made me really sad. I didn’t see how another year of separation would pan out. Then she visited again, and again with her mom. Then I visited in Berlin in June, then there was the Paris trip, and again Berlin last November. At some point in that 8 months period, I’m not quite sure how though I hope I kow why, she changed her mind. Perhaps it was that the Spanish firm made her move from warm and comfy Vigo, to a small and cold village an hour outside of Berlin. Perhapsit was my incessant whinning. But the bottom line is:my girl is coming! I am now looking for flats, while making plans for the christmas break, while simultaneously  driving everyone around me bonkers by asking them repeatedly “Did I tell you Steffi is moving to Glasgow?”.