Hi, I’m Megan and I still live in Munich. Close call though.
On December 2, 2007, I was supposed to be unpacking suitcases in the only civilized hotel in Changchun, China where my husband was supposed to be starting his new job. Two days before the point of no return, when I would have canceled our apartment and quit my job, we found out that we weren’t going after all.
Poof went the dreams of my very own sweat shop and long sunny days being pulled around in a rickshaw. Well, at least for now.
In the meantime, we’re settling back into a country we’d mentally already said goodbye to and begun to pick back up the plans we’d abandoned in favor China: getting drunk at Christmas markets and buying a decent bed (finally).
We’re now fully immunized and ready for almost anything except Rwanda and in possession of a killer set of poofy, super-warm North Face jackets. Let’s see what the new year brings.
Until then, hello again Germany, here I am*.
* This site’s location has been temporarily moved while fleeing from spammers and terrible CMS systems, hopefully this will be rectified soon.