Everytime I come home and see both our last names on the door I smile a little. It makes up for living on the fourth floor without an elevator (how does this always happen to me?). Our building has a fifth floor, too! I'm glad I don't live there.

We went to get Olek's ring resized today. It's a tiny bit embarrassing, but we originally ordered the same size for both of us and mine fits (it's on the big side, but it's ok) but his is too big. I originally thought it was weird that we have the same size. Now it turns out that he needs a smaller size and it makes me a little self-conscious. I have fat fingers and Olek has pretty small hands

The day before yesterday we went to the registry office to sign and pay for the marriage license. They're sending it to Görlitz for us and we're supposed to call the registry office there on Wednesday to discuss details. Tomorrow is exactly two weeks left!! Things are getting real.
My emergency-rain boots have arrived and they're really cute!

I still hope it won't rain, but just in case I'll be prepared. So far it's looking really good, since we've arrived here we've had sunshine every single day.

We're still working on the apartment. We've put up a drawer in the hall and our desks in the den. It turns out that Olek's (UGLY!) office chair takes up too much space for us both to work there comfortably. I hope he'll agree to ban in to our cellar unit (I'd just throw it out, though.) and get a normal chair.
Now I just hope our wardrobes and the bathroom cabinet arrive soon and we can unpack everything.
And when we come back from our wedding, we'll have the top shelves in the kitchen as well. It's going to be so PRETTY! The apartment is so bright, too. I had forgotten it was possible for apartments to have so much light.
We really lucked out on this one!

When we went to take out the trash today, some neighbour walked up to us and told us... something. I have NO idea what she said. I couldn't even figure out if she was lecturing us (you know, Germans are pretty big on segregating trash and god help you if you do it wrong!) or whatever. This is my native country and supposedly my native language she was speaking, but her dialect was just so strong - I could make out about three words: can, here, is. Not exactly helpful. Most of our neighbours are old folk and the other day, when Olek's dad was still here one of the grandpa neighbours passed them in the staircase, stopped and said "Good evening - is the polite thing to say!". It's such a change from the stoner loud music short Ivan and tall Ivan neighbours we had in Warsaw.

I'm supposed to start my internship on Monday. The sent me the contract this week and there are some things I need to talk about, but I hope we can work it out.