We’re moving on Tuesday.
The apartment looks like … I don’t know what. It’s chaos. Sheer chaos. Chaos galore. I’m worried that I won’t make it until Tuesday, which is ridiculous, because I’ve got no other chance. 😉
Nanny Ogg is still in her box and since she decided to sit on the wall, we couldn’t get her out. Tomorrow has to be the day then.
On Tuesday morning, I’ll leave this space. I have spent almost six years here, most of my studying years. I have changed a lot during this time – I am not the person who moved in shortly before December, battling a flu.
Sometimes I think “this is the last time I’m walking home this way. This is the last portion of porridge I will ever cook on this stove”, but nothing inside me moves. That’s good. I don’t want any more drama.
I’m really looking forward to it and I’m scared at the same time.
On Wednesday, I’ll come for the last time, cleaning the flat, getting my deposit back and taking a last look with my landlord’s son to see if everything’s in order.
Another big part of my life ends on the day after tomorrow. We’ll see how the next one goes …
Have a wonderful morning, folks! Take care! 😀