So Martti is finally here, whoo hoo!! He arrived on August 6th, so it’s been a few weeks now. It took him awhile to get over jet lag and still seems to struggling with sleepiness, but I’m sure it’s just a mixture of not having a constant schedule and just being in a new place.
The adjustment hasn’t been as fluid as I really expected it to be . . . we lived together for 2 months in Finland and everything was great, so I didnt think things would be that different now. I guess I knew there would be big changes with him moving here, but I guess it’s a big difference thinking about them and them actually happening, you know? Sharing a closet, an apartment, always in check with each other on whats going on for the day and the week. Shopping and cooking for two. Sharing a car—which, as you can imagine, is a bit difficult in LA. However, I have been pleasantly surprised and excited to find there is a bus stop two blocks away from our apartment that I can jump on and takes me like 3 blocks from my office! I know there will be this adjustment period, but I’m confident things will sort themselves out and we’ll be on a good schedule soon!
I know a lot of our stress in the beginning stemmed from the fact that BOTH of us got a pretty nasty cold about 3 days after Martti arrived. Head and chest congestion, drowsy, tired. Ick! I didn’t feel like doing a whole lot and was pretty “crabby BreAnn” for the whole week. And then on top of it all, we were on a mad dash to prepare our apartment for our August 22nd housewarming/welcome Martti party! In the end, we organized and cleaned the apartment and hung pictures, and it’s looking more and more like such a great home! The apartment looks pretty damn awesome now, and I am even MORE excited about our rooftop paradise then ever before! 🙂 We did manage to fit in a few fun events together and with friends, see here for some pics: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=297097&id=596295342&l=91b3a7cddf
Meanwhile, Martti has had quite a struggle with stupid CalState Northridge. I swear… what the heck are these workers at the school getting paid to do??? None of the advisors or people in the International department have been of ANY help to him with planning his classes, and it ended up taking some random professor in the Economics department who had a heart to help out, and got everything in motion for him. Basically, the situation is—Martti plans to take classes at Northridge for only one year, and the classes he takes MUST be comparable to his classes in Finland so that they can easily transfer back to that school and be applied towards his studies there. In the end, he had to make meetings with professors/chairs of EVERY department (economics, business law, marketing, etc) to try to get into these 300 and 400 level classes without having taken the prerequisites. SIGH. In the end, he was able to get classes that would work out (two 400 level marketing courses, and then a microeconomics course and statistics course), and so far so good—-which I’m happy about since I’ve been concerned about him taking such advanced classes that are all taught in English. It’s only been one week so hopefully things in the classes don’t end up being too difficult! In addition, it’s been great because he managed to schedule all his classes on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, and we were able to set a pretty good schedule with the car, etc, so it all works out!
And just as things started to settle a bit this week . . . Tuesday night Martti and I were out for a run with Sonny and ANOTHER DOG (BIG DOG) RAN OUT and bit him!!! Some old, frail woman obviously should NOT have been walking this other dog because she couldnt hang onto his leash when he went crazy… and the leash dropped, and Sonny was attacked by this big collie-type dog! At the time, I didn’t think anything major had happened to him, but upon getting home realized he had a puncture wound on his hind leg! One shaved doggie leg, cone on the head, and 70 dollar vet bill later, poor Sonny is upset and in pain (but doing OK) and I’m pissed at myself for not asking for the woman’s information. However, I think I know where she lives—or at least the block she lives on—but I plan to do more investigative research in tracking her down . . .
As my mom just said to me about this all . . . never a dull moment! 🙂