This is part 1 of the story of how Roxana and I found our new apartment in Munich. As you read, you may notice a Usain-Bolt-worthy coat of arrogance over the story’s substance. I imagine you’ll want a barf bag handy in case the eye rolling makes you dizzy.
Roxana’s Tuesday Morning
Roxana woke up Tuesday morning in a frenzy. Not a normal, obvious frenzy, though. Her frenzies are quiet and internal–polite, even. During one of her frenzies, she blacks out in a hurricane of productivity. After a frenzy, she couldn’t tell you exactly what she did or how she got it done.
Anyway, this particular frenzy took her to work and drove her to apply for apartment viewings during her breaks and, of course, on the train to work. She thinks she applied to about 8 apartments, but reality could have that figure around 8 million. She also doesn’t remember to which apartments she sent applications. Frenzy.
The important and impressive thing about Roxana’s apartment search blackout is that it resulted in 3 invitations to view apartments–almost immediately. We would view one room on Wednesday, one on Thursday, and the third on Saturday. She nabbed the Wednesday invitation during the 10 or so minutes the apartment’s listing even existed. Wolfgang, the agent, called her about 3 hours after she applied for it on the train. Frenzy.
I wouldn’t truly know what all of these invitations meant for us until later that afternoon.