When it rains

Since my last post a week ago, a lot has changed again and I am honestly a bit overwhelmed with everything that has come to pass, especially as we close in on the final handful of hours left before what was one of my biggest goals this year: running the Berlin marathon on Sunday. On Wednesday, I was finally invited to become German, and this time next week, I suspect I’ll need to spend a bit of time documenting this journey for this who are German-curious, and for my darling nephew(s) who are wondering why Uncle Marc is “speaking like zis all zee time”. My apartment search has come to an end and it has eventuated well, as I wrote last week, and I am in a blissful state of dalliance, such that I almost forgot how much work is still to go on that end. Brad (my dear brother), Mum, and her partner are in town visiting as well as to support us folk with severe and incurable cases of runner’s high dragon-chasing, which has meant we’ve been out and about all the last days. It has been an…