Your address does not exist

Since moving in 2 months ago, we had plenty of fun exchanges with delivery people and postal service staff. Shortly after moving in, we sent ourselves a ‘Where is Wally’ postcard, that promptly arrived after we sent it off. So, foolishly we thought that our address was on the map of the world at large. Apparently not.

I had a couple of phone calls with people telling me an address at the other side of town over and over again and trying very earnestly to convince me that this, really, was where we live. Another favourite was jogging in front of a delivery van on the new road leading from the South to our house to lead the van drivers to our address. Because we do not yet have a full range of local supplies, nor the promised on-site car sharing, ordering online is simply the only option for us in a number of things.

Over the last weeks, shiny new signs have been installed - all for pedestrians that use the nearest S-Bahn station. These signs still do, somehow, make me feel as if asking people to come and find us is not too unreasonable anymore.