Cash culture = money saved!

Sometimes I feel so impressionable, but this time it's a good thing.  Banking in Germany is somewhat more challenging than in the States.  Back home, everything is instantaneous, always having innumerable ways of accessing your money, so there's no reason not to spend, spend, spend!  Here, I've passively entered into a "saving mode," having only bought groceries and a pair of gloves.


In Germany, it takes weeks (yes, WEEKS) after opening a bank account to even get a card to use a cash machine, and more like months to get a "credit card" so that you can shop online (but don't dare pay with a credit card at a restaurant or bar.  I've yet to see the little machines actually work properly!).  And I use "credit card" loosely, because that's not nearly as easy to do.  You have to first have proof of income for several months, and then (after they charge you a hefty monthly fee), the balance is automatically deducted from your bank account.  I'm still a little fuzzy on the details, but suffice it to say, a line of credit is quite a different concept here than I am used to!  But it's as plain as day why you never hear of people here getting in over their heads with credit card debt.  It's too hard!


All of that said, you might expect me to bitch and moan about how inconvenient everything is.  On the contrary, it's been very effective in limiting my spending.  And since credit cards are hardly used in the everyday sense, it is made much, much easier to pay with cash.  Only have a 50EUR note?  No problem.  It's made easy to pay individually when out with a group, so you don't have that nasty eye-roll from the wait staff like you tend to get in the US if (god forbid) you ask for separate cheques.  


Thankfully, I've never been one very comfortable with the idea of paying for everything with a swipe of the card.  I rarely paid for my coffee with my card, and I suspect if I tried to pull that stunt here, I'd be totally shunned.  But, all is well.  I need to save my Euros for my wonderful new apartment! (pictures will be coming soon!)

Two weeks in

I knew leaving would be painful.  I knew at first living here would be hard.  I did not know how long it would take me to start to relax and feel comfortable in my strange new home.  After a mere two weeks, things are unquestionably better for me, though I know I have a long way to go.

Thanks to my workaholic tendencies, I quickly found a rhythm by immersing myself once again in work.  MPIA is an entirely different environment than what I am used to.  Instead of being the only one in my field, stumbling around in the dark for the most part, I am among the world's experts on my research interests. They have a mountain of work to do, and it was there for me to dive right into.  Work-wise, I feel like I couldn't be in a better place.  And that's not just because my office is right across from the coffee room.

I've been pretty impatient for everything else in life to catch up with the progress made at work.  I'm staying in a guest house on the far end of town, which feels pretty isolated.  I have a dreadful walk home if I'm out past midnight, and it's really only residences out here.  With no car, that becomes laborious.  It became clear to me right away that I am just a downtown kind of creature, and as much as people generally annoy me, I prefer to live in places where there are always people about, maybe showing me that life carries on whether I'm pissy or not.  I'm very excited to be moving into a new apartment at the beginning of next month that fulfills all of those promises I made myself while living in squaller during grad school: great location, big kitchen, manageable walk to work.  It's going to be expensive, but I feel like now is a good time to start cashing in some of that good life for which I've been waiting so long.  

I'm very lucky to have had some friends here before I moved.  Those friendships have quickly branched to a wider network of good-natured individuals who are nearly all in the same situation as I, which fosters a good rapport where we all watch out for one another, always reaching out and involving everyone.  Having some people with whom to spend my downtime has done a lot for my sanity, not to mention that of my Skype mates, who would be on the receiving end of many sobbing phone calls if it weren't for the beginnings of something resembling a social life.

And, German.  How I wish I knew German.  Even in a place where most everyone speaks some English -- hell, half the time I'd say I'm within punching distance of an American -- I would still love to better communicate with people here.  Unfortunately, having delayed my arrival here by a few months, I missed the beginning of the free German course offered at the institute.  I guess it's back to the Rosetta Stone sessions for me!

Already a bad blogger

Originally, my intention was to blog as a way of chronicling my experiences in Heidelberg:  to give me an outlet for my frustration, boredom, and (sob) loneliness.  And what do I do?  I use those exact things as reasons to wait to start.  Having been here a mere five days, very little has actually happened, unless of course you count every frustrating aspect of settling into a new place.  Who wants to read about that?


I will try my damnedest to (A) not complain the whole time and (B) not have every story's moral be: "Ha, ha, Europeans are weird!"  I do not promise that this will at any point be eloquent, well-written, or even coherent.  Kind of like me!  So this is me, moderately edited, living the young astronomer's life in a strange land.