Oh the joys of the international move! After the relief of Mark's employment, we realized we may soon be able to vacate the tiny studio apartment we live in, and may even manage to get out before one of us kills the other. But, our joy was short lived when we realized that, like everywhere, they want our references from past landlords. After what seemed like several hours of panicking and running around trying to remember if we have our last landlady's address and phone number we found them. But what will happen if they call? She's a really nice lady, and she liked us, but her English is not so good and chances are they don't speak Mandarin. Deep breath.
In other news, we now have our Victoria driver's licenses. And last time we drove from the right side it didn't feel quite as wrong.