According to the relocation fellow, if we don’t find an apartment by the end of May our kids have zero chance of getting good school assignments.
We can’t apply for visas or schools until we have an address. But we won’t be able to find an apartment until June. Which is too late to apply for visas and schools.
Byron says rather unhelpful things like: Relax. People have been moving back and forth across the Atlantic for hundreds of years. It will work out. The Pilgrims did not work for Microsoft.
To which I reply: The Pilgrims didn’t have to rent an apartment ahead of time.
Byron: That’s true. So you’re saying that the modern English housing market is worse than the Irish famine?
Me: The Pilgrims were fleeing religious persecution, not a famine.
And so on and so forth.
Planning brain, engaged! It looks like we need to visit Cambridge the third week of May.
This decision has been hampered by the fact that the relocation fellow has a computer virus that is bouncing email, Byron is interviewing interns all day, phone calls are happening between the two of them during breaks and across the time difference, and I’m getting only whatever fragments of information falls between the cracks.
I guess this is kind of funny. Maybe a little.