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.
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