Health insurance, work permit and a lovesong

Some may think that going abroad is totally easy. I can tell you it's not! Today I went to my insurance agent to ask if I could get a travel health insurance. No problem if you live and work in Germany but if you plan on working somewhere else you can't keep your german health insurance, what leads to the fact that I won't have an insurance till I manage to get one in the country I'm emigrating to. That's weird because here in Germany you are legally bound to have a valid health insurance and no insurance is more expensive that the health insurance. 

The second big point on today's to-do list was calling the Croatian Consulate for my work visa. That was easier than I thought it would be, because EU residents don't need a visa to enter the country and can apply for a work visa at the local police station of the city they're staying in in Croatia. That however could become a problem later on as I need to start working right after my arrival but can't do so without a work permit. But we'll see...

Till then I'm living in a big mess of moving boxes! They're everywhere and every time I'm searching for something it takes hours to find it. I have to pack some things for my trip to Glücksburg on saturday and because all my stuff is packed in moving boxes already I decided to take only really important things with me like the coffee machine (more than important!), sweets (generally important) and some clothes of course. 

But besides all that there's a thought that bothers me constantly: what I leave when I leave. Last time I told you I'm a little heartbroken. Not the general 'life sucks thing'. The problem is - of course - a man. Right, it's always a man.... what else could cause so many problems in a woman's world, hm? He went on a business trip to the other side of the world (-> South America) for some project I know nothing about and when he'll come back, I'll be gone but what's worse is, that he hasn't talked to me since he went off to South America so I had no chance to tell him that I'm emigrating and now I'm afraid of never seeing him again. I tried to write a song about it and how much he means to me. Maybe I post a video with this song on YouTube...

10 minutes and it'll be friday! I can't help but think of Rebecca Black when I think about friday and her squawking voice get's stuck in my head...anyway I wish yall a great friday!