It is March. How did this happen?
Although March hopefully means the arrival of warmer weather (this means temps above freezing up here), it also means the end of Ban's contract here in Helsinki. It's the 3rd already and we still haven't heard whether or not they are going to extend it, offer him permanence, just expect us to fuck off, etc etc. It's one of the most frustrating parts of the life of a researcher. If you're not a tenured employee, it means applying for a lot of grants, 1 and 2-year jobs and super scary, last-minute life decisions.
We both never really have identified with a place we'd definitively call "home", so the deciding-where-to-live-next thing is always a bit tricky. Let's just hope some news filters down the pipeline soon so we can plan a bit. Meanwhile I'll fret like a mother hen over our plants! If you recall, when we moved to Finland we tried to bring our plants from London which didn't turn out too well. In a bout of guilt/a buying frenzy I bought many, many new plants. Which are now gargantuan. Seriously they're taking over. So now it all begins again- if we have to leave, how do we take them with us? Will they survive the trip from here? What if we move really far? I'm walking around clucking at them, and wondering if we might have to rent a van and drive the kids to wherever.
The good news, though, is that we are old hands at this moving lark. We know to choose a place to live takes careful research, a visit or two (at least!), and a good vibe feeling from both of us. For the moment, if we aren't going to be staying on in Helsinki, we have an interim-plan to tide us over until we decide on our next move. We've had a cosy pied-a-terre in Paris for a few years now, which has just sat there looking pretty fugly. I wrote about it a few times, about how we were going to zhoosh it up, yadda yadda, but we never got around to it. It turns out there has been a leaky pipe dripping on the downstairs neighbour's flat for almost three years, and they never knew how to contact us! EYE DART. We thought it was high time we finally did something about the poor place, so as we speak, Banoo is is Paris meeting a builder to fix all the ancient plumbing, the fried electrics, and the fusty ass decor. I'll be popping down later to take photos, supervise, obsess over grout colours, and be a genuine nuisance to our builder as I flip flop on every choice, ever. Hopefully it will be done quickly, since this Helsinki job doesn't seem to be in any rush to let us know we're welcome to stay on...although considering I just looked out my window and it's bloody snowing again, I don't think I'l be too torn up about it.
Does anyone want to adopt us? That would make the 'where're we gonna live now" thing a lot easier!