Well, a mere three sleeps after dropping Josh off, I got to see him again. He was exhausted. Some fun facts from his whirlwind tour:
- total duration: 70 hours
- time spent in Berlin: 43 hours
- time spent interviewing: 10 hours
- time spent in airports: 6 hours
- time spent on airplanes: 21 hours
- distance travelled: 17,013 kms
- carbon footprint: about 3 tonnes CO2
- number of interviews: 3
(Taken from his post on his Tumblr).
Environmental degradation aside, his trip was a success.
We’re moving to Berlin! Josh accepted a very exciting position for Nokia Gate5. It’s going to be an amazing opportunity for him and I’m excited because we get to live in Berlin.
Now only to figure out what I want to do…
But first I’ll deal with this wedding, which is all of 16 days away. Wedding preparations are all I do these days. It’s stressful. For those of you reading this who aren’t yet married: Be warned. Planning a wedding is not fun and no one will tell you that because they either don’t know (because they aren’t married) or they are trying to stay positive for your sake (they are just liars).
A little story about what the last two weeks of wedding planning reduces some one to:
When Josh returned from Germany, his other mission was to get some of my favourite treats. This include: Kinder bars, Milka chocolate and Haribo’s Tropifrutti. He got them all and then told me to pull them out of his bag when I got home from work.
I started ripping through the bag. I was eight-years-old again and I knew there was something good in there for me. It wasn’t a very big bag and I got concerned when the first thing I pulled out wasn’t treats.
“Where are they?” I asked, the anxiety quite apparent in my voice.
“They should be in there,” Josh says.
By now, I’ve more or less destroyed the contents of the duffle bag.
There was no candy.
“They stole it!” I moan. “You had to check your bag and some one stole my candy!”
“No,” Josh says. Dead. Serious. He told me that they made him check his bag. That he didn’t have a lock and…. and…
By the time he got half way through his explanation, I was in a heap on the floor. Laughing.
“Those little treats were all I wanted,” and the laughter turned to tears. And then sobs.
Josh quickly realized how serious I was about those treats. He moves from his sleepy position on the bed and looks over at me, face turning red and tears running everywhere.
“Oh Beenie,” he says, a face full of remorse. “I was only kidding. They asked me to check my bag but I just went with it on the plane and I thought it would be funny and we could do a treasure hunt and the treats are in the closet.”