I got into Hamburg a few hours ago. The trip over was mostly uneventful, but the first two legs of the three-leg flight were each delayed. Unfortunately, that meant that my checked baggage didn’t get to my last plane in Heathrow. I guess Monty Python knew what they were talking about.
I don’t think the full meaning of living in Europe has set in yet. Of course, the change and stress will be mixed in with living somewhere I don’t know the language and not being gainfully employed for a while. Oh well.