So I got sent home from German class today. When the teacher tells you that you might as well go home because there´s no point in staying, things are bad indeed. But we´re feeling slightly more optimistic on the apartment front. The place with the bathroom in the hallway (down a flight of stairs, as it turns out) was not too inviting: large, perfectly located, but really run-down and requiring a LOT of work to become habitable. We have appointments to see three more places this week, including the perfect apartment and one that may even be furnished! At the same time, we´re considering whether it might not make more sense just to move to Stuttgart (I would commute), since even downtown there prices seem to be hundreds of Euros less per month. Plus it would be easier for B to find work.

In other words, living on top of each other in a tiny place with little income and few prospects, we´re just where we ought to be on our six-month anniversary. We´ve amused ourselves by writing endings to this story if it were in a book (B would start drinking, I´d get bitter) but since this is only a temporary situation such endings seem a bit over-dramatized.