Today was not a good day. I’ve been arguing for two days straight with an imbecile in the UK about a single question mark in a URL, which today branched out to include a slash and by the time I left the office I’d lost the tiny shred of sanity I had left.
After having a crappy day dealing with a difficult client like many crappy days I had when I lived in Sydney, instead of walking out into the streets of Sydney, I walked across a coble stone square in Hamburg. When I spoke to people I did so in a foreign language I barely knew a couple of words of 4 months ago – and it was all very surreal and I wondered how I ended up here. It is strange the times that the fact I’m living in a foreign country decides to hit me with full force. Does anyone else have these, “how did I end up here?” and “Holy crap, I’m living in a foreign country!” moments?