“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”
The Walrus and The Carpenter, Through the Looking-Glass (1872), Lewis Carrol
One of the more popular refrains in British media at the moment is that people are sick and tired of the Brexit process and want to get it over and done with, one way or the other. In a similar vein, January saw an opinion piece in the Guardian entitled “What we don’t talk about when we only talk about Brexit”.
In my own life, I’ve been far too close to burning out over Brexit. I read the news from several sources obsessively. Maybe today would be the day, I thought, that my country turned back from its course towards rocks. Maybe today would be the day it heeded the lighthouse. Maybe today would be the day the bridge crew woke up.
Years passed this way. The last few months have seemed like the longest of the whole process. Vote, delay, repeat. Britain is nearly out of time now and parliament is due to vote (yet again, another conversation with itself) on 12th March. The last two weeks after that will probably last for eternity.
March 29th is Brexit day.
But I no longer care! I have finally fulfilled my New Year’s resolution! This afternoon I was at the Ausländerbehörde again, handed in my Sprachzertifikat and other documents, and got a certificate which confirms that, on receiving it, I became German.
So what can I talk about, now that I’m not talking about Brexit?
For starters, my wife and I are expecting our second child in April; I’m going to be a father again!
My daughter Aurelia has her birthday in a couple of weeks; she’ll be 7!
I put up my first fence the other day; it’s shit!
I’m doing a Master’s degree; it’s tricky!
I’m off to Hamburg next week for the kick-off meeting of a German project, and then off to Cadiz for an EU project.
Life can finally continue without the sea boiling or pigs flying.