Feeling: Anxious

Since Wednesday - about four days ago - I've been living in an empty flat.
When we first got here, there was nothing but the air mattress and some nonperishable foodstuffs we brought. The flat doesn't have a kitchen, most of the rooms don't have lights - there's not even any curtains. Spacious, though, which I guess will be good in the long run. There's also a functional bathroom, although the shower leaks something fierce.
We should have had a kitchen by time of writing. Alas, the furniture store - Poco, I think it's called - keeps cancelling on us. Since my wife suffers Type 1 Diabetes, this is a pretty major issue. For one thing we need a fridge to store her insulin reserves. For another, she needs a steady supply of food to keep her blood sugar up. I think we're managing okay for now, since we do have some canned soup and cereal and all, but the milk already tastes like it's starting to go, and eating cold soup out of a can every night is a bit tiresome.

Arty's been great, though. I really don't think we could do this without him. Not only did he take us in while we waited for our flat to be available, but he takes time out of his day to drive us places and get things like furniture or lunch when we need it. Just the other day, I bought a desk and chair from IKEA - nice ones, no more of that flimsy cheap "stopgap" bullshit. I plan to stay here a long time. And with those things, I'm pretty sure I can finally start working again, which means earning the money we need to make the rest of this work. So the rest should fall into place from here - we'll probably be getting some light fixtures today, and I'm hoping we can have the kitchenette put in next Monday, if not sooner.

The thing that's got Arty and my wife anxious, though, is that our appointments to apply for residency have definitely fallen through, thanks to a delay where the landlord initially cancelled our contract because we "didn't sign it quickly enough." Nevermind the fact that the contract said we had plenty of time to sign it. That delayed our move-in date by a full week, which means I don't have the paperwork that the immigration office is going to be asking for - not soon enough, anyway.
And that'd be whatever I guess? Except these appointments take months to open up. I have one set for March 14th, which I scheduled all the way back in December. There's almost no way our visas will hold out till we get to see anybody.

Thankfully I do think all is not completely lost here. For one thing, I can still schedule a new appointment, and as long as I explain that I'm still waiting on that, I've heard that I can get some wiggle room. There's also nothing strictly stopping me from renewing the Schengen Visa, assuming American-German relations haven't completely detiriorated by the time I file. And finally, there's the job seeker permit that Germany offers - I graduated uni last year, and while they're holding my diploma ransom to the tune of ~6000$, I do still have my transcripts that show I graduated, which auto-qualifies me for that permit.
It's definitely still nerve-wracking, though. We can't go back, and to lose even an inch of purchase after this leap of faith across an entire ocean is downright terrifying. But no matter what happens, I'll keep my love safe. Some way, somehow.