The last 10 days and the upcoming 6 are like a race. The whole flat is covered in dust as the windows have been changed by our landloard, boxes are everywhere and I work the last 2 days in my job. We have like 100 appointments and things to do. Whilst I’m typing this on my computer one of Andreas High Heels is next to me on my desk :). Poor Andrea goes through thousands of our posessions, packing things up, throwing stuff away, selling other or giving it away for free. My job after my day job is to move things to the cellar where they are stored till we come back.
But I think it is a good thing that we have that much to do, as it basically leaves not to much time for beeing sad about leaving. Don’t get me wrong I really look forward to the trip, but the process of leaving in itself is not always easy.