Here I am, in my new (if temporary) small kitchen with humming refrigerator. It is nice to have my own life again, to eat oatmeal and drink coffee in a room designed to to especially that. To not feel like I might be in way, asked to move, alter my activity, babysit at a moments notice. I woke up alone in my new room and did yoga! It was the first time in a long time. This body is creaky! But I will come back to myself, maybe quicker then anticipated. Still, I'm not sure what I will perform at Pizza Sonntag on Sunday. I have 6 days to make something work. Maybe I will bring back the slam poet or just tell a story. It's an English speaking crowd. Why not?
The two things that are not so great about my temporary residence (I've got to find a place by February 29th) are that the washing machine is busted and that there is no internet. While there is one network that is not password protected that I keep trying to jump on, there is still no internet. All my bars light up, but no internet. Now, this really shouldn't be such a big deal. There are internet cafes, I have a caring partner who is a 15 minute walk away and lets me use his internet. Really, I should be more upset about the washing machine.
The thing is, I'm not!
I am hooked on facebook
On email and google
Blogs and pictures of cats being cute
Youtube videos of babies having temper tantrums
Dairy cows with abscesses
And online public transit planners
I need the internet to feel close to you because
I'm all out of English Language books to read
I need the internet because it's winter in Berlin and I want to look at photos of the sun
Burning magma explosions and fire
What about my google translate?
Last night at around 8 I went out, hunted the street for a nearby bar or cafe with wireless, couldn't find one, didn't feel like going all the way to Silver Future, which is about a 30 minute walk. So into every open kneipe I went, "Hast du internet?" or, when I remember the correct way to say it, "Habt ihr internet?" No luck anywhere. Finally I came home, drank a bottle of Secco with my new roommate, Franchesco who is Italian and very sweet. He's only lived here for one week. All of us are in such a temporary state. There's an owner-move-in eviction happening on March 1st, so everyone is leaving. The other roommates are a guy from York, England named Tom who is not too social and a Chinese girl who no one ever sees.
This is the point where it gets hard. This is the point were I get scared...again. I've been in Berlin 5 months, have nowhere to call home here, no where to call home in SF, am not sure how I am going to work at the Randall Museum this summer without a place there to call home, still have to buy a bus ticket to London to catch my flight from London Heathrow to Newark New Jersey and then buy a plane ticket from New York to San Francisco and I start working 4 or 5 days after I get to SF. Guys, I'm terrified. But I just take a deep breath, remind myself that now that I have some level of comfort in my home environment, I can start focusing on German again and that no matter what happens to me, I have Improv on Thursday and Friday nights.
Also, I have an interview in a WG tomorrow for a place that would be permanent. It's not in a very interesting neighborhood, but at this point, I don't care. It's near the U6 and the U9, which can take me to somewhere else and that's good enough for me. Also, I have a job interview on Wednesday at the Center to be a teaching artist and that is VERY exciting. Now to put my shoes on and go find a cafe with internet.