This is our eighth day of having only a semi-functional toilet in our house.
Thus far, I’ve refrained from writing about this, because most likely no one wants to read about a broken toilet. But I think I’m on the verge of having post traumatic stress flashbacks to our early days of living in a small hotel room here in Vienna. This is completely different — we had functional bathrooms in both of our temporary apartments – but for some reason it brings me right back to that sense of transience and instability.