Sharing is caring

This construction adventure has been a lonely trip at times. I believe that in life in general, however introverted you are by nature (slightly in my case), a shared experience is a better experience. There are days you want to share your joy and frustrations. As you can imagine, doing something random like this malarkey is a bit of a roller-coaster, meaning you can be over the moon one day and feel like using the powersaw on yourself (or someone else) the next. 

I was therefore very happy to be able to share the last week of construction with my wife. She came from Belgium for a week to see how it was going. What she didn't know was that I had an intensive schedule of bathroom cleaning and material buying planned for her visit. Not that she complained. She was just happy to see myself and a completely transformed house. After all, since getting married last summer she's only seen me for a total of about 4 weeks, while last time she saw the house (in January 2013) it had its own indoor swimming pool and was occupied by a variety of insects, of the flying, crawling and even possibly swimming varieties.

Apart from a chance to spend some time together, it was nice to go through the ups and downs of the days side by side; moaning one day and celebrating the next. And a lot happened in that week. The inside almost got finished, and we had some serious prospective renters visit. One of them even went as far as to congratulate us on the great job we'd done. That was a nice moment to be able to share with a loved one.

Two more weeks until our next meeting.... but I should heed a previous post and stop counting the days.

This happened a few times during the last week. As it turns out, not everyone is used to white people! (sorry wife for using this photo!) 

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Matatu of the week

I pribbling-idle-headed-gigglet you not. This is an actual matatu. Alina and I crossed it three times during the last week and were still too shellshocked to take a picture, so I've had to steal someone elses's.

Now, the sarcastic among us would wonder how well it would go down if we drove a bus around Brussels with "IDI AMIN" plastered on the front. But sarcasm's not my thing. Really. Or maybe it is...