Our New Home

When we first arrived here a lot of people told us that since it's the middle of PCS season that there was a good chance that we'd be stuck in a motel for weeks. Luckily for us we received an offer for stairwell housing just a few days after I arrived. We were given the keys so that we could take a look and we accepted the offer that same day. Many people told us that stairwell housing was awful but we didn't see a problem. The place came with a roof, bathroom, kitchen, and even a laundry room! The only possible downside that we can possibly think of is that we're on the third floor, that's a lot of stairs, and carrying up groceries is going to be a pain. But we're only here for three years so it's not a big deal. We had to wait a few more days before they'd let us move in because they had to do a walk through inspection with us and then we had to wait for some loaner furniture to be delivered since our stuff hasn't arrived yet. So in the end we were only in the motel for a grand total of 8 days.

Here's a little tour of our currently empty house.

First stop in our house is the laundry room. It's right inside the front door and to the right.

On the left is our rather large living room. 

On the right side after the laundry room we have our kitchen and dining room, which I'm very excited about. There is plenty of cabinet space, a lazy susan, and a pantry! 

Next we have a small hallway. There are two doors on the left and two on the right. On the right we have our main bathroom and a spare bedroom.

On the left we have yet another spare bedroom (that we have designated as Ditto's room) and our bedroom.

Our bedroom is the master bedroom and has a smaller bathroom in it. 

So if you're keeping track... We have been gifted with a three bedroom/two bathroom home. It's complete with a laundry room, has a balcony, and a room in the basement of the building for storage. 

Welcome to Germany!

After a nine hour flight from the United States I finally arrived here in Germany. I was exhausted and I didn't have a clue as to where I was or even where my husband was (he flew two weeks before me). The military put us in a room for the night before our five hour bus ride that we would be taking the next day. 

My motel wasn't at all what I expected. The room was in a different building than the main lobby. I was bused a few blocks away to a tiny building full of rooms. When I finally got my bags all the way up the stairs (because of course there weren't any elevators), I opened the door up and there was literally two steps between the door and the bed. Crammed into my tiny room was a queen size bed, a computer desk, small dining room table, and a TV stand/dresser combo. I could of course reach all of these items from the bed without getting up. The bathroom was a whole other world to me. It took at least half an hour to figure out how to get the shower on and I didn't understand at all why there was two different buttons to flush the toilet.

After freshening up I figured I would try and send a Facebook message to Ben so that he would know where I was (we thought we would be reunited the same day I landed). My phone of course was dead because I made as many phone calls as possible to all my family before I got on the plane. Finding an outlet in my room wasn't very easy. I had to scoot the desk away from the wall and even then I couldn't plug my phone in (I thought since I was staying in a military motel that I would have an American outlet...WRONG).

I accepted the fact that I wasn't going to be making any calls and decided to read a book that I brought with me (it was only 2:00 in the afternoon). I ended up falling asleep though and woke up at 9:00. At first I didn't know if it was 9:00pm or 9:00am the next day, all the clock said was 9:00. I started freaking out and throwing all my stuff back into my suitcase because I thought that I had overslept (our bus was to leave at 9:00am the next day). I called the front desk in the main building in hopes that the lady would stop the bus from leaving me only to find out that it wasn't 9:00am (stupid time difference). The woman was very nice though and scheduled a wake up call for the next morning.

The bus ride from the motel to our new home was long and dull. Most of the scenery was just trees and we didn't go through many cities. I dozed off during most of the ride and was very excited to arrive at my destination. My husband was there to meet me (at I guess you could call it the Welcome Center) and he took me to the motel where I was reunited with our furbaby Ditto. 

We lived in a motel for eight days until a home became available for us and we took the first option given to us (our motel was thirty minutes from Ben's job). I think our home will be a great fit for us for the next three years. It's in stairwell and has three bedrooms and two bathrooms, plenty of room for Ditto to play. I can't wait for our things to arrive so we can make this place our home.