Return Trip

After a week of getting upteen cuts and bruises from packing and unpacking, eating way too many greasy fast-food cheeseburgers, and getting hardly any sleep, I’m finally moved into my new apartment. As you can see from the photo here, my little car was filled to the gills, but it all worked out in the end.
The move coincided with my birthday, and my friends Rik and Wassa got me an awesome present: a subscription to Budget Travel magazine.
The firm I work for now has offices in 14 countries. It’s wishful thinking that I could possibly get a little travel on the company dime, but a girl can dream, can’t she?