Pieces of my life have a tendency to fall into the right places at the right time – even if at last minute. Two weeks before I left for Brussels, I didn’t even have an apartment there, two weeks later I found myself in a 200 sqm loft at 500 Euro a month. Keep your fingers crossed, but up until now St. Petersburg hasn’t been any difference – things worked out so smoothly, I can hardly believe it (not to mention the HUGE Dodge Charger the nice lady of Hungarian heritage talked me into, because being a guy, 28 and in Florida I needed a “man’s car” – bye bye PT Cruiser).
My first day at work was – well – overwhelming. I met about 5.642 new people and I couldn’t name one who wasn’t postive about me joining the St. Petes Times for my 6 weeks stint. At least nobody showed opposing signs. Which is, yes, good. Actually they have been patient and professional – listening to the tons of questions I (quite naturally) had in stock.
Truth to be told I was really nervous on my first day there – but my sudden doubts (yes, I do get them sometimes), were more than unfounded. Okay, back to sleep – I still have an hour.
I believe.