Three weeks left. Three weeks until everything needs to be packed, dismantled, renovated, prepared … and I’m in full organizational mode. With a little panic involved not to be able to manage everything in time … even though my sweetheart and I started with the preparations as soon as the contract for the apartment was signed.
Well, painting my old 110sqm apartment including ceilings takes a little time … and painting the new one in parallel too. Not to mention packing all my stuff into more than 100 banana boxes (at the last count I had already reached 80), moving furniture from one room to the next to even be able to paint and deciding at the same time which furniture to sell and which to take with us.
Right now, I’m only residing there, not really living. With the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen the only rooms left functioning in a halfway livable way. Oh, and the hallway. Which has become my makeshift study with a nearly emptied out desk and my most important folders in another banana box nearby. But it’s ok. Because the end is near. Very near. And time is running … you won’t believe how quickly one week – and especially the weekends – passes and there never seems to be enough time for anything else anymore. Not sleeping all too well with hundreds of thoughts crowding my mind, I often get up at 4 in the morning to return to my packing, sorting, paperwork. Then off to work. Back home and the work continues. With long lists of all the little things and details I have to do and think of. My guilty pleasure after such a long day? A soak in my bathtub … but mainly to use up all those bath salts, bath foams and bath oils … a few bottles less to move.
Originally, we had planned to let a professional moving company load and unload all my furniture and boxes. Oh, how nice that would be! Just sit back and let others do the work! That should definitely be worth a mere 4600€, right? RIGHT! One can buy a whole batch of new Ikea Pax and Billy systems for this amount of money. Including all the other furniture … So, we decided that we would have to do most of it ourselves and just leave the really big parts to the company. Which also means I spend every other evening stuffing my car with boxes to then drive to the new apartment the next day after work. The things one does … my Rangey enjoys it, though. Having a purpose and working some more to carry me and my treasures around. Three weeks … I’ll keep you posted. Of course, I will. You know me well enough by now that I will. Cheerio!