What did I expect, really?

So, on 7th January I moved to Edinburgh!

The first thing I did? Miss my bus because I was waiting on the wrong side of the road.

The second thing I did? Meet a deaf person on the bus!

Not just any deaf person, but the father of the deaf man I met in a deaf club in Belgium who offered I could stay at his parents’ house if I needed a place for a few weeks (which I didn’t), who is also the father of the other deaf man who helped me get the apartment I’m currently living in, who is apparently also a famous deaf historian.

Is this the deafest bing that ever binged?

(And on the second day I fell through a chair. If you told me a week before that all of this would happen, I would have believed you.)